THE ARCANE ARCHIVE

KEY OF IT ALL

To: tyagi@houseofkaos.abyss.com
From: Pan
Subject: KEY OF IT ALL
Date: Sun, 29 Dec 1996 02:00:41 -0800
THE DOUBTING GOAT
Composed December 1 (Crowley's Deathday), 1996, and hopefully serving
as an INTRODUCTION...
SALUTATIONS! To whom it may concern:
THE FOOL obviously deemed The Crocodile Of The Nile---the child MAKO, 131
("DEVOURER," 40+1+20+70)---and its Father SET, 70 (60+1+9, as root of
satyr, Saturn, Satan, etc., and cognate with the EYE of Atu XV as the
value of Ayin, 70), to be of notable significance in His Treatise On
Folly.
Arriving in this world on the sixtieth day FOLLOWING AFTER The Great
Beast's departure (day noted above), I was christened with the notariqon
S.E.T. (or S.E.Th.), first name, Sydney, an english corruption of the
persian title SAYEDNA, 131 ("CHIEF," 60+1+10+5+4+50+1). [Interesting to
note W.W.Westcott's entry on 60 in NUMBERS, where it is identified as the
exact number of days of incubation required for a Crocodile of the Nile's
egg to hatch.]
In 1970---"and that strangely"---THERION, 666, conferred upon me the
magical title OPHIDIAN, 880. Beyond its root reference to OPHIS, 780,
"The Original Serpent" (chosen by the ancient Greeks as a symbol of
Highest Wisdom, and its addition through the hebrew transnumeration,
70+80+5+10+4+10+1+700 (after the fashion of THERION) to 880, of little
significance at the time, it remained something of a puzzle until later.
I took The Oath of The Master of The Temple. I road The Camel across that
Desert.
The Cherubs guarding the Tree in The Garden of Paradise are no match for a
Seraph. I ate, and went deliriously mad. The Infinite and Unknown Factor
arrived: THE KEY OF IT ALL is discovered. And, since I claim it, I am
obviously still quite mad, no?
[Speaking of The Tree, taking the figure 8 and loosely superimposing it,
first over the Ace of Swords, then over the Infamous Gnostic Talisman
(LIES, chapter 87) which She gave Him, "before She went away," see if you
can locate every critical juncture in The Standard of Baphomet in both.
(Hint: Thelema corresponds to DA'ATH. Note in the glyph the serpent 8,
Ch, added to the remaining letters I T H to reveal "CHITH"---(8)---418
spelt in full, as the Number of Her House. Fold a Zero and get Eternity!
Note also the combination of IHS and Cross, or Tau, as SHI-T.)]
If, ACCORDING TO THE LAW, the Number of THE FOOL---"0"---is equal to
8,80,418, and 418 is both the number of Cheth (ChITh, 8+10+400)---BEING
the number 8 spelt in full (as well as The Secret Number of Her House, as
seen above), then 8,80,418 may be HEARD in the SPOKEN word ("Stops as Thou
Wilt!") as the number "EIGHT EIGHTY (EIGHT)," being the Number of
Redemption in the Greek spelling of ISEOUS, 888, and The Antithetical
Balance of 666, "the number of a man." Yes?
Now back to OPHIDIAN---"of or pertaining to Serpents"... Playfully? OP
(in Greek Omega Pi, 880) HID in the IAN (1+10+50, AIN, 61, and the number
of the Egyptian SA, 61,"Indwelling Spirit," 60+1)... OP, 880 = OPHIDIAN,
880, plus SA, 61, equals OPHI(S)DIAN(A)---"Splendrous Serpent, Blue-lidded
daughter?"... OP, "EYE," the Ayin, synonymous with OPHIS, "HID in the IAN"
(the number of OPHIS 780, being, in the Greek, consonant to Ayin---OIN,
780, 70+10+700---spelt in full)...
Legitimately? OPHIDIAN = 880 = EIGHTEIGHTY(EIGHT) = 888. BOOM!
"Tzaddi is not the Star... This also is secret."
Chapter 91, THE HEIKLE (LIES): 91 = 1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12 + 13,
thereby signifying The Magical Extension of THE XIIITH (sans disciples),
And the numeration of A.M.E.N. The title of The Chapter is THE HEIKLE. A
Mystery. In the notariqon A.M.E.N. (ADONAI MELECH NAMEN, "In the Name of
the Lord and Faithful King," 1+40+50), the E is numerically missing.
Removing the same letter from THE HEIKLE (HIKL, 5+10+20+30), reveals the
number of ADONAI (ADNI, 65, 1+4+50+10, LVX), the suspect SUBJECT of the
chapter. Little however is said about the subject, as the commentary
notes, except for emphasizing this implication: THE FINAL MYSTERY IS
ALWAYS INSOLUBLE. True. Nonetheless, can't blame a fool for trying...
[Flashing the Badge here, I figure---"See this Silver Star? I'm the LAW in
these parts you know!" The playfulness to follow is mostly anecdotal,
i.e. an odd kind of synchronous poetry, in a rhyme of natures and numbers.
Should I err, please bear in mind I'm dancing it out by memory, not having
played with these numbers for years. The qabalistic association of the
Sun to the number SixhundredThreescoreandSix, for example. Or
the name of the little girl in Wake-World...]
THE FINAL MYSTERY IS ALWAYS INSOLUBLE.
EL FIN AL MYSTER Y IS ALWAYS IN SOL U B LE.
ELFIN AL, MISTER Y IS ALWAYS IN SOL, U B LE.
MISTER Y IS...IN SOL(666,"For he [the Beast] is ever a sun")...U B LE.
MY STAR Y (yod, The Hermit) IS 666 (Hermes-Aphrodite who beholds "in the
self-same light the self-illumined Image..."---CLOUDS:Adept)...
EL F(Vau, Heirophant, Atu VI) IN AL, MY STAR Y IS...IN 666, U BE LA. (E=A)
AL, V IN AL, MY STAR "Y" (The Hermit Venus: "I am alone...") IS IN 666,
YOU BE LE.
AL,PROPHECIED CHILD IN LIBER AL... YOU BE LA (LA = 0 = OX = FOOL).
Removing the E, as above, LE = L (The Ox-Goad):
AL, V IN AL, MY STAR Y IS ALWAYS IN 666, YOU BE L.
AL+L = ALL, 61. Thus ALL (1+30+30), added to SET, 70 = 131 = PAN =
STE+LLA (131) = Aster Argos (EYE of SET). [Interesting to note that when
the name IHShVH, 326 (10+5+300+6+5, "Be ye wise as serpents") is
accordingly transliterated in the value of the English Alphabet, it is
transcribed---after the BREAK of the Sh into S and H, thus
APPEARING---60+5 (ADONAI)---as IHSHVH, 91 (10+5+60+5+6+5). UNDENIABLY,
however, 91 IS the Number of the HIGHEST SERAPH ("Burn upon their brows o
splendrous serpent!") KAMAEL (spelt KMAL, 20+40+1+30), "Chief"---or
OPHIDIAN---of The Highest Order of LIVING Angels, The SERAPHIM ("Flaming
Serpents"). The Number, Title, and Text of this Chapter obviously
foreshadows The Crowning Achievement: The Emergence of that certain
minute whiteness, appearing at the extreme end of great blackness, which
aptly symbolizes "the eventual coming out into the light of his that has
wandered long in the darkness." (Note "the number of--a--man," 666,
contrasted by the number of MAN itself, 91.) AMN! HO!
THE GLOW-WORM (LIES, chapter 11), is ALSO translated as "a little light in
the darkness," and includes a subtle reference concerning the Magical
Extension of that Light: "CAST DOWN THROUGH THE ABYSS IS THE LIGHT, THE
ROSY CROSS, THE RAPTURE OF UNION THAT DESTROYS, THAT IS THE WAY." Subtle?
The only thing left out is THE TRUTH. (The prose does close on that note
however, QUESTIONING one's PERFECT IDENTITY??? "BLESSED, UNUTERRABLY
BLESSED, IS THIS LAST OF THE ILLUSIONS; LET ME PLAY THE MAN AND THRUST IT
FROM ME! AMEN.")
In THE STAR SAPPHIRE (LIES, Chapter 36---The Light of Tiphareth "squared")
after the permutations of the Four-Letter-Word of ADONAI are demonstrated
and affirmed, SET then returns to the center, and so to the CENTER OF ALL,
APPEARING in the circle and MANIFESTING THE ROSY CROSS "as he may know
how." As a result, both SET and BAPHOMET are successfully pronounced
TRIUMPHANT.
I suggest the above may well constitute the "credentials" THERION
mentioned being furnished to THE FOOL by his Father (FORMULA OF
TETRAGRAMMATON), serving as "very secret letters of introduction." Not
only is it pointed out that this FOOL is the Son of a King of a Different
Realm, this "Family Nitwit," it is also stated, is, "evidently, an aspect
of Pan." According to this criterion, I believe I am eligible to compete
in this tournament.
I have THE KEY. Ambitious too. Bucking for Magus. To Utter a Word, in
my estimation, is to literally UNDO the entire creation, as is. End of
pupa: Birth of ARARITA: No longer earth-bound. Nothing less.
Sure, I began as an idiot. Did a lot of idiotic things. (Arrested near
the State Capitol hitch-hiking naked on Father's Day, for example, and
charged with sporting a lethal erection.) Still a bit of an idiot, of
course...
BUT, in 1978, Berkeley, after having made the boast to a member of The
Elite that I believed I could take the stance of Jesus Christ on an
intellectual level and defend it immaculately---(hell, I'd signed it in
the registry of The Order of Melchizedek in the San Francisco Temple on
Commonwealth Avenue enough times)---I soon found myself playfully
"assuming the god-form" on a dare, and pitted against a Chosen Champion of
The Elite (in this case an intellectual who'd studied twenty years as a
Jesuit Priest), I made the signs of THE ROSY CROSS as I then knew how.
Next I know, a private jet is waiting, all involved intrigued, to fly me
to Switzerland for a similar showdown with yet a different
Champion---intellectual, Aristocrat, and, most importantly in this case, a
dear friend to the Pope. It is admitted I would likely take him, given
the first bout. And my prize in doing so? "How would you like a personal
shot at the Pope?" Of course, what started out as my usual
dyed-in-the-wool foolery, soon ended up with my personally being blown
away. The realization I'd suddenly, actually, cracked a door, if only
that far... the IMMENSITY of the moment... And not just any door, mind
you... One and one shot only, I figured at the time, like David and
Goliath. And me still a rank amateur with the sling. In short? I took
flight. Pure and simple. Without looking back, without explanation.
Boom. Gone. But verifiable. (I had to take one more step off the
precipice first---also verifiable---just to see if I was, as I'd began to
suspect, truly indispensible to The Great Grand Scheme of Things. Next I
know, it's Father's Day, as mentioned above.
I intensified. In 1981, I had the opportunity to make The Signs yet
again, this time to a Bishop of the Greek Orthodox Church (verifiable),
who said YES, and began assembling a small world fortune to initiate our
enterprise (personal pieces, Picassos, Degas, etc.); negotiating the most
incredible little Fantasy Ship I've ever seen (at that time docked in
Alameda); both Dino De Laurentis and Francis Ford Coppola on the line.
Wary of this man, now knowing him, I decided to test him before deeper
involvement, much to his displeasure. A small power play. Next I'm being
pronounced---I kid you not---"Space Commander LUCE & FEROS ('Fire and
Iron'), Second Class." Feeling the little ship, still anchored, suddenly
beginning to pitch, I quickly mutinied. Firmly, but gently. And, believe
it or not, soon found myself surrounded by a small number of Serious
Sicilians (handily arriving for no other apparent purpose), and next being
viciously pistol-whipped and almost shot to death---as a favor to the
Bishop (heedless of witnesses)---in his serene and smiling presence.
Informative.
In 1984, Berkeley, I attempted to organize a public debut on a grassroot
level, hoping to initiate what I then fondly called, "The Passion Play." I
soon learned very quickly, starting from scratch, it wasn't all that easy.
I failed, miserably. In 1987, tackling it again in Santa Cruz, I once
more failed, but began to show promise (copies of a few acknowledgements
appended).
Near the end of 1990, I made a whirlwind bid in San Francisco, being a bit
more selective this time, and quickly assembled quite a crew: a noted
magazine editor and godson to Timothy Leary; two local playwrights; the
"Poet Laureate of Berkeley" (as promoted by Eldridge Cleaver); a potent
activist and good friend of Al Gore's Science Advisor; an English news
journalist with BBC, London; a European film producer of some
note---worked with Francis Ford Coppola on Apocalypse Now and the
development of Zoetrope Studios; Sparkling Others; but most especially,
Madeline, ex-on-the-air newscaster, Washington D.C., wrote laws for the
Senate and leaked sensitive inside Senate information, three times Oscar
Nominated for her documentary work for exposing government corruption,
championing minorities. I was pleased. (Copy of initial proposal
appended.) The final plan? A Grand Pageant (costing five thousand for
city permit, etc.), scheduled to sweep through the streets of San
Francisco on the following Easter Day, April First, for the purpose of
delivering this FOOL---as guess who---to the heart of the Civic Center
(and my podium), with guaranteed full coverage, thanks to Madeline, by all
the major networks, stateside, and including BBC Channel 4. I had something
pertinent to say to the Pope, concerning the children. All aboard agreed,
if successful, it would prove a "shot heard 'round the world." I found
the juggling strenuous---straining with coordinations, negotiating with
other established groups, struggling to keep everyone's feet firmly
planted on this Palace's (for most everyone) new and unusual floor. It
was slowly materializing over the weeks, but fragile, with much still to
arrange, and then the Gulf War suddenly broke out. Jostled just enough by
all the ado of the ensuing dust-devil that suddenly arose, the subtil lost
its hold on the tenuous. So much for the Easter I had planned. Letting
them return to their usual orbits, I again withdrew.
Not much since, except maybe for the Coppola associate, the film producer
I mentioned, wanting me to play the lead in a major motion picture for
him, which (still licking my wounds) I nastily nixed: "As what?" I shot
back, "a consolation prize?" Major regret, strategically speaking. And
too, a fellow from the Royal Family of Luxembourg (a close friend of
Albert Hoffmann's), who not only treated me to Europe for... 1993, was it?
but almost made me "the cynosure of all eyes" during Luxembourg's recent
reign as chosen "Culture Capital of Europe" the following year. More than
anything else though, he was working hard on his own peculiar bid, hoping
to re-establish the Rites of Eleusis in Europe (with Hoffmann
contributing), and had decided I had the Ideal Initiaton he had been
hoping for for that experience, thereby offering a viable solution to the
crucial, indeed critical, problem of the Hierophantic role of the Chief
Priest. Best laid plans of mice, eh? (Fluff appended.) At least I got a
good color shot in BAM, 2 July 1994, as "The Fried Piper of Glastonbury:
cheese the Son Of God!"
And now? After mulling it over a bit further this last couple years, I'm
beginning to feel restless again, if you know what I mean---what with the
Year 93 looming on the horizon and such.
I have THE KEY OF IT ALL. The House I'm from is not expected. Does this
mean I am the much-touted "Magical Child" of Aleister Crowley, whose
expected appearance was so mysteriously prophecied to him in Cairo in
1904? The Once-In-A-Blue-Moonchild? If such an arrival is to be
expected, KEY in hand, I for one would be personally inclined to agree
whole-heartedly with Kenneth Grant's projection on the matter, given the
scope of this phenomenon's influence on the final fulfillment of THE WORK,
you may recall, in his informative introduction to Crowley's MOONCHILD:
"Without a doubt, Crowley's preoccupation with the theme of producing a
magical child, or heir, derives from THE BOOK OF THE LAW which he received
from an extraterrestrial Intelligence in 1904... Unlike the test-tube
baby, however, which is a general proposition and therefore, perhaps, a
degradation of the real idea of creation, MOONCHILD describes an attempt
to incarnate a type of consciousness capable, in time, of raising the
consciousness of the human race to the summit of spiritual attainment.
This is unquestionably the first and foremost implication of MOONCHILD."
This well echoes my own definition of the Great Work. Anything less
promising, in my humble opinion, and end-humanity may fall miserably short
of the mark for any real "chance of union" the Anima Mundi has offered,
there ultimately being only ONE soul. And should MAN fail? I shudder to
imagine...
Anyway, me, I'd like to come out and play, so to speak, and am seeking
other playmates. I haven't the faintest notion what I'm up to at the
moment, just plugging in I suppose, poking around, new to the WWW
neighborhood.
Interested in extending your relativity? Im OPEN. If you doubt I'm your
cup of tea, please post me around.
Ever yours in Good Spirit, Pan.
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APPENDIX:
Comments from 1984, Berkeley:
THERE IS A HIDDEN MAINSPRING WHICH TURNS THE WHEEL OF GREATER EVENTS, AND
AT ITS CENTER THE WHITE RADIANCE WHICH IS THE POINT OF CONNECTION BETWEEN
OUR WORLD AND A GREATER. MANY ARE THE SOULS WHO GLIMPSE THE LIGHT AND SEE
THEIR LITTLE UNIVERSE TRANSFIGURED FOR A FLEETING TERM. FEW THERE BE,
HOWEVER, WHO MASTER THE SKILL AND MUSTER THE FORTITUDE TO STAND IN THE
LIGHT FOURSQUARE AND MOVE THE SPRING THEREBY. AND OF THOSE FEW, IF ONE
SHOULD FIND THE KEY TO THE DOOR ITSELF, WOULD HE SWING IT WIDE AND FLOOD
THE WORLD WITH EXTRATERRESTRIAL IMMANENCE? IF SUCH A ONE EXISTS, HE IS
THE PERSONIFICATION OF THE GLOBAL CHILD OF THE AEON, HE IS ANYTHING---AND
EVERYTHING---HE WANTS TO BE. HE IS PAN. HE IS THE SERPENT. HE IS JESUS
CHRIST.
THE MAN WHO HERE UNVEILS HIMSELF, AND SIGNS THE LETTER WITH ALL THESE
NAMES, HAS DEMONSTRATED TO ME THAT HE IS IN POSSESSION OF SUCH A KEY.
THUS THE SECRET NAME OF GOD IS HIS VERY OWN, AND HIS THE POWER TO SHIFT
THE PLANET'S AXIS. HIS PRESENCE AMONG US MEANS IT'S TIME FOR ALL WHO EVER
CLAIMED TO SERVE THE VISION TO ARISE FROM THEIR PRIVATE LOTUSES AND ACT.
FOR EVERY INITIATE OF THE LAW OF LOVE, BE IT KNOWN THAT THE HOUR HAS
STRUCK FOR THE GREAT WORKING. COME WITH US, OR BREACH THE LAW. AND FOR
THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A THOUSAND YEARS: REJOICE! THE WAY OUT
HAS BEEN FOUND.
Signed: HIS OBEDIANT SLAVE, EGOR, AKA JOSEPH KERRICK. [Author of "Is
There a Way Out?" Adams Press, Chigago 60602, 1976.]
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JOURNAL OF THE ALMOST EMPTY HOUSE
OR TWO STARS IN THE MAKING, IN THE BREAKING, IN THE...
I met two very strange men last week in the cafe, one was a self
proclaimed creature of Disney-Land, wearing two black velvet ears and
dressed impeccably like Mickey Mouse, with a white saviour absent of a
cross, hanging around his neck; that was supposed to symbolize something I
guess, like the answer is not the suffering but the man, or really this
Jesus figure is just for show, more or less an instrument of shock, while
the other man, who was suppose to be his slave, named Igor, or Egor, or
even sometimes Ego, when the contract was terminated, was somebody I had
seen before, mostly hanging out in the cafe, and knew by name. I also
knew that he was heavily into the occult, and especially exploring certain
sides of sexuality that are by normal standards considered "perverse",
dark, or just plain strange, really though sex is sex, and what interests
any man, especially a "revolutionary child of the 60's" who I am sure has
taken every drug in the book at least three times, and pounding in his
head they all become almost nightmarish, each one too sweet, too
impossible, till all one wants to do is explore all the physical
permutations known to man, when involved with a woman. Mickey was a
little stranger, he had this kind of cosmic-comic view, involving his
costume, his self-proclaimed identity, his kind've crazy foolish
willingness to do anything, any goddamn thing he pleased. Anyways they
were both characters, and I began to see more and more of them in the
cafe, we'd sit around and talk absurdly about everything from strange
fantasy like how we'd like take over the world, or how they would fuck any
& every woman in sight, an agility (so they reported) attained from their
costumes, but I think other things as well. Anyways it was revealed to me
in the pure dada of the moment (a dada even our cynical rumanian would
appreciate) that Mickey was Christ, Jesus, the God Pan, heir to the throne
of Aleister Crowley, and all various incarnations not mentioned up above.
Of course that twinkle in the eye, that sly grin, gave it a touch of comic
beauty, not to mention the ears... Right here I must beg forgiveness from
my friend Tristan, I must get down on my knees and ask him to forgive me
for falling in love with this spectacle, if a man, a serious man, is
suddenly (unknowingly) going to confront something of the absurd, that
kind've divine comic air of a syncopation that sets even the Universe a
bit off balance, like when one sees a child walking down the street with
his shoes untied, one has the immediate impulse to bend down and tie them
for him. Anyways that's how I felt, captivated. Not so much by Igor, or
whatever you want to call him, who I had known some time already, and
talked to him at length in the cafe about different things, showing him my
work from time to time. But this man, this guy in costume, this saviour
wearing ears, struck me as immediately funny, yet some subversive,
subversive in a delightful way. Oh Tristan I have heard about your
escapades in Paris, of your tarantulas and nude women, of your teaparties,
always gathering the eccentrics into one room, going in the cafes and
finding all the madmen and taking them home, to pretend, on opium, or
hashish of course, that you had really gone through the goddamn looking
glass, and Alice was now present, with all chattering nonstop. But if you
could only see him, sitting there in his mouse ears with his cafelatte,
proclaiming himself the Son of God, or a product of Walt Disney---same
thing---then I think you'd have to admit that Alice was present here, more
than present, she was smiling, flashing her white teeth.
[Signed] Eric Walker, Berkeley, 1984
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From 1986 and 1987, Santa Cruz:
One wonders what shape humanity might take in some distant millenium.
Will our distant descendents remotely resemble any type of current 20th
Century "Moderns"? Would a citizen of our distant future Utopia be able
to communicate to us, his ancient forebearers, any model of life or love
understandable or useable to us to bring us instantly into the experience
of bliss and beauty common to all menbers of that glorious future epoch?
Meeting Pan, bearing his Interstellar Sceptre, may indeed be such an
experience. Certainly the shock of encountering a genuine Alien Being on
a busy pedestrian thoroughfare is usually enough to bring the common
events into an altered context pregnant with portents of change. The
truly brave and curious will not be disappointed in searching for exotic
tales and fascinating philosophy that can be had in a few moments
conversation.
WHO IS THIS GUY ANYWAY!?
His whimsical smile framed by sculpted whisps of a Fu Manchu seems to hint
at diabolical possibilities. "I could be Mickey Mouse" he replies,
tapping an ash off his ivory cigarette holder. "Who are you?" Instantly
the cunning caterpillar quizzing Alice in her journey through Wonderland
is no longer a fantasy. The innocent pedestrian has himself passed
through the Looking Glass. The world shifts on its axis and unseen
shadows seem to hover in expectation all around this impossible scene.
Impossible?
I have known this mythological beast going on six or seven years now.
Whatever he is the magic of his being has charmed, changed and challenged
anyone fortunate enough to fall within his velvet spell. His letters of
introduction to numerous celebrated persons cannot convey the impact
available only through actual personal contact. If you have been invited
to meet this remarkable man, being, angel, demi-god?!? take the chance.
You may never be the same.
Frederick J. Meagher 4/23/86.
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Dear Benjamin Creme & Associates,
I am writing this letter as a personal recommendation and verification of
the essence of the character herein.
He is as a spiritual Einstein in the unfolding experience of our "New
Age." Pan has discovered thru studies, personal assumption and magical
experience a key of perception which can enable one to make the quantum
leap over the abyss between separateness and divinity. The key taps into
a collective phenomena which all people share, world-wide, and thru which
all religious systems, symbols, and myths can be interpreted. It has its
roots in a commonality between us but possesses all the grandness of
animate mystery within it.
Pan's first public sharing of this key is in the enclosed short story,
"APPEARANCE."
He has worked with an intimate application of the key in his own life and
his understandings from being WITHIN or AT-ONE-WITH the divine gives him
the conviction to BE the characters he IS in the created world.
We listened to your tape from 1980 lecture on the Maitreya and found
little contradiction between the one you seek and the substance that moves
within Pan. His emphasis on the work in the world and personal
responsibility to create is aligned with your presentation.
The goal of his Passion Play is to recycle the accumulated wealth of
Christ in the Roman Empire to the starving children of Christ in the
world.
His aspirations for the United States political system is to see the
establishment of a governmental body truly representing the people with
world peace as a primary end and behavior thru actions that nurture caring
human and environmental values.
I speak for this being's sincerity, his intelligence and trueness in
heart. I speak for the wholiness of his spirit which sees all as one and
struggles so that this sacred thread be not broken and brought to a
knowledge in all consciousness.
I ask, if your organization is true in its search, to not let Pan go
unheard or unmet. It is a failure of spirit not to answer one who knocks
so steadfastly on the door.
The letters enclosed are a play of deliberate character. He is attempting
to find consciousness of a similar bent and uses often a riddling and
playful approach to individual's natures.
His character has been built up thru years of real street theatre and
incorporates the necessary ingredients of both "Beauty" and the "Beast",
rogue-like textures which make divinity more accessible in our time.
In the year I have worked with him, I have found an intense examination
and refinement process at work in him which gives him a childlike openness
to evolving discoveries along with an extremely mature discernment and a
fine-cut crystaline intelligence, the most awake consciousness I have met
to date.
The enclosed "first whirlings" as he calls them fall short next to a
face-to-face meeting.
Pan is very real and could be a vital link in creating what you seek.
He has made a significant difference in my life in investing an
unconscious uncommitted process with a living dynamic and personal sense
of being.
If you feel your search is ended and the next step is revelation and
restructuring, I request strongly that your representatives, you,
yourself, and the one you have found experience Pan personally so that you
may either find an expansion of beingness and a stronger workforce or
serve to enlighten us in our own work and struggles.
Awaiting a response,
[Signed] Susan Mankowski, Santa Cruz, April 1st, 1986.
Footnote to above, commenting on my "aspirations toward the United States
Political System" (from an environmentalist to a nuclear physicist):
Dear Al:
Howdy! It's been some time since we've had contact, since working on Bill
Hough's peace project for the Buck Trust. I'm glad for finding a good
excuse to get back in touch with you, to share something that I'm doing
and to see what's happening in your part of the world:
I recently met a remarkable fellow in Santa Cruz, name of Pan (in Greek
mythology, a god of fields, forests, wild animals, often shown represented
with the legs of a goat). He is very much concerned about world peace,
and he has put pen to paper to clarify potential for strengthening peace
leadership. The plan involves concerned entertainment people, and Pan
thought of your daughter Joan as someone who might help.
Since she probably gets a lot of fan mail, I would like to ask you to
forward the enclosed to her private mail box. It seems consistent with the
kind of leadership initiative we've seen emerging with the entertainment
industry in the past couple of years. (See the enclosed announcement of
an upcoming concert, "FIFE Aid" in Scotland, geared to goals similar to
the other "Aid" concerts.) Pan's concept takes the initiative further, in
a direction I support wholeheartedly.
I would appreciate your comments, and would like to hear how things are
going with your work for environmental concerns.
Sincerely,
R B Swenson, Santa Cruz.
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Dear Phyllis--- 5/20/87 e.v.
DO WHAT THOU WILT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW.
This letter is intended as a sort of impersonal/personal introduction to
the package which Mary has been kind enough to deliver to you. From our
extremely limited direct contact in the past (which, however, I recall
with fondness, you having been a significant member of the initiating team
at my First Degree), my intent in this note may appear presumptuous.
However, I trust that you will accept it in its intended spirit, and
forgive any unintentional lapses in etiquette which may creep in without
my being aware of them.
As one of the elders of the Thelemic Community, and indeed, as one of the
few individuals I have met who have an intimate understanding of what
identifying oneself as a "Thelemite" implies, it is to you that I turn to
request a meeting with an individual I believe may in fact be the "one to
follow" prophesied in Liber Al.
I am aware that you have had this claim purported with "sound and fury,
signifying nothing" ad nauseum over the years, and can imagine you rolling
your eyes in tolerant resignation at having your time wasted by yet
another uninitiated upstart. Please understand that I would not knowingly
waste either my time or yours were I not convinced that this was a
slightly different case.
If we accept Liber Al as our book of law, it is my understanding that we
are to expect the manifestion of such an individual at some point, and
that said "child" will be in possession of a key which both unlocks the
mysteries contained in Liber Al and brings the Great Work to its fruition
(or at least a new plateau) in the form of a planetary initiation: The
birth of the magical child on a global level.
When first approached by this individual, my initial reaction was, "...oh,
great, another thelemic nut-case...," and I was cautious and skeptical if
cordial. Reflecting for a day or two, I reached the conclusion that it
was my duty to give this stranger at least an opportunity to present his
case. If in fact he DID possess a key which would unlock some of the
mysteries in Liber Al, it should be evident even to one as blind as
myself. If not, at least I would not be guilty of taking pride in my
ignorance by refusing enlightenment.
Suffice to say that the depth of understanding this individual possesses
of the 93 current leaves me with no alternative but to conclude that his
degree of initiation vastly outstrips my own, and that he may well be
exactly who and what he claims to be.
In the last month, I have worked constantly with him, and have experienced
more growth than in the last ten years. I have watched him interact with
others on a daily basis, and seen him touch something within each
individual he encounters. His dedication to the Great Work is
one-pointed---no idle "chit-chat"---with each contact he seeks
intelligence with an open heart and an inquiring intellect.
For perhaps the first time in my life, I understand that the Great Work
has not been prosecuted if one does not use one's attainment to raise the
level of awareness of one's sisters and brothers. And from that
understanding, I will never again be able to hold the rest of the universe
at arm's length. "Every man and every woman is a star" is not merely a
philosophical statement but a scientifically demonstrable fact! (I hope
this doesn't qualify me as a "center of pestilence!")
In the enclosed packet of papers, a skeletal framework for the
establishment of the Law of Thelema in the world at large is outlined.
The proposal involves a "passion play" with the world as its stage. You
will, I trust, recall the salient elements of the Seigfried legend, where
the sword Nothung has been broken beyond repair. Yet the power locked
within it is essential to the accomplishment of the Great Work. Siegfried
does not waste time trying to mend it, but melts it down in a crucible and
forges a new sword. In this myth is one of our strategies.
At this time, we are networking with the finest intelligences the Santa
Cruz area has to offer, and the synchronicities are astonishing. We are,
in a sense, forging synaptic links between previously disparate traditions
into a functioning greater "brain," or reservoir of conscious sentience.
If, as I suspect, part of what the 93 current represents is the cosmic
"adolescence" of this world, when the "hormones" that transform a child
into an adult play havoc until the entire organism functions as a
coordinated unit, then each part of this planetary "child" must be able to
perform its unique function according to its nature, each aiding the
whole: "Love under will."
It appears clear to me that we have two choices: we either learn to work
together to bring ourselves to full planetary manifestion and initiation,
or we submit to our unresolved and unacknowledged bogeys and suicide as a
species: individuate as a planetary intelligence or destroy ourselves.
(Not to sound like a doom-prophet---I am convinced that the job can be
done). A sense of urgency needs to be balanced with what the I Ching
calls "furthering through gentle perseverence."
Because of the nature of the myth we are enacting, our most vital contacts
and co-workers are female. The unbalanced patriarchy of the Christian and
Judaic systems has run its course. As for one who has been committed to
manifesting the Law of Thelema for 'longer than many of us have been in
incarnation' we sincerely wish to meet with you, that we may benefit from
your experience, and that we may learn in what ways we can be of benefit
to each other.
If you will, we would like to arrange at least a meeting between you and
Pan. If, by whatever means, you should become convinced that he is the
one he purports to be, I trust that you would assist us in whatever ways
you felt to be of greatest benefit. Only you know what proof you would
require (...success?..). If such recognition should take place, a
dialogue should ensue. This is all we can ask.
We take skepticism (not cynicism) as a necessary starting-point, and are
of the conviction that truth reveals itself---that those who are truly
initiate will not fail to recognize each other.
Hoping I have not appeared condescending, and with deepest respect and
admiration, I remain,
Fraternally Yours Sincerely,
Clay Holden, Second Degree, OTO., Santa Cruz.
LOVE IS THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL.
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My initial proposal, San Francisco, 1990:
CHAMPION THE PLANET? CHALLENGE WORLD REALITY?
SUCH POTENCY IS POSSIBLE, GIVEN THE CRUCIAL KEY.
RISE UP NOW WITH COSMIC ARMS AGAINST THIS TROUBLED SEA
AND KNOW YOURSELF FAR GREATER THAN YOU DREAMT YOURSELF TO BE.
"The rapture of Art is the triumph of Love in its most universal
comprehension." ---A.Crowley.
PROPOSAL
One of the most blatant problems of the Institutional Catholic Church
today---as well as its televised evangelistic offshoots---is its loss of
credibility because of its inordinate and unjustifiable accumulation of
wealth. It is not a church that can speak with spiritual integrity to the
poor of the world precisely because it is a rich, fat, heavy church,
responsible within its shadow for an even crueller form of abortion than
those exercising the choice.
This calls into question the nature of those who are sworn to serve their
Christ, and further calls into question the spiritual reality of the
Christ they claim to represent. His church has amassed a veritable world
fortune whose crusaders' spoils are plated in the lifeblood of its hundred
million murders. Indeed, there has been more tragic slaughter in the name
of Christianity than any other religion in the world, and still there is
bloodshed. One might legitimately wonder if this was the work intended to
issue as a result of the personal spell initiated by Jesus Christ---the
centuries of harsh secular subjugation and oppression, the damning of
Nature, the virtual conquering and enslavement of nearly half a world.
We do not believe so, and think this entire surrealistic discrepancy may
be successfully addressed to our universal satisfaction and joy. Pregnant
women are not the property of the Papacy, Nature is quintessentially
Divine, sublime above the church built with hands, the holy Her and
precious She of divinity's very soul and mystery, our true sacred source,
ground, and sustenance, and She must be met and redressed as such,
especially in Her guise as Psyche and Nature. Our Nature. ("Hell hath no
greater fury than a woman scorned.")
Until recently, most classical scholars, with their simplistic, orderly
psychology, viewed the religious, mythological figurings of our forebears
as intellectual immaturity, as primitive evidence of humanity's childhood,
attributed to man's superstitious proclivity and thought irrational. They
were not aware that the reverse had taken place within themselves, that
they had failed to find and fructify that potent germ of world creative
fantasy deeply bedded and dormant within. A way of experiencing the world
that opens the way to the transcendent that will enable us to see the
Presence of Divinity.
Dreaming, myth-making and the religious function encompasss our depths and
are part and parcel of the nature of the psyche. Investments in these
mythological associations---initiation into their universe, their
spirituality---have become adopted within the structures of our
consciousness.
When we speak of these elements we have to do with much that has passed
from the state of archaic myth into that of culturized symbol.
Cosmological and social orders may have varied over the millennia, but
certain ancient archetypes continue to reassert and adapt themselves
throughout the evolution of civilization, carrying the language and depth
of the old over into the new and serving as a cultural lifeline of meaning
and orientation, providing coherence to human society. The human body has
its stable form, after all, and the human psyche, with the time-binding
character of its symbols and meaning, and whose mythical mode of
perception provided the archetypal origins of science and religion both,
is no less stubborn in its basic gestalt.
The western world, with its Roman law and Judeo-Christian ethics, is
grounded on metaphysics and the ideal of the inalienable rights of man.
The definite foundation generally accepted concerns the origin of the
world as an initially good creation corrupted by humanity's fall from
grace due to some failure, and the purpose of religion is redemption from
this fall through the metaphysical reconciliation of the consciousness
with the precondition of its own existence: our relationship as the
creation to the Root Cause, or creator, of our effect. Its focus forges a
cosmological image of this creation in keeping with the metaphysical
science and inspiration of the moment, wherein all individual parts are
seen as stemming from, and thus figuring into, a greater interdependent
reality, or self, transcending separateness, proferring a cosmological
image of such a kind that all things can be recognized as parts of a
Single Great Holy Image, all opening back to Mystery, and serving as
agents, vehicles and messengers of what is believed to be the ultimate
spiritual truth.
It is by our recognition of and quiescence into the special relativity of
this higher, holistic vision---our parts relation to the whole and through
that our relation to each other---that we are able to establish a
universal code of conduct out of which an ideal society "under God" is
able to emerge. It is also out of this recognition of a higher relativity,
and its mystery, that a sense of ideal harmony resting on a dark dimension
of wonder is communicated, and it is this communication that becomes our
Communion.
The emergence of this Communion between separateness and wholeness, or
Divinity, as child of their union, as a new community of life, is seen as
the birth of a new body, a second birth, a rebirth of the spirit being the
end to---or death of---its separateness, and, when collectively fulfilled,
is synonymous to the redemption of the prior world reality. If the
individual is not truly regenerated in spirit society cannot be either,
since society is the sum total of individuals in need of redemption.
If our quest is to find the inner threshold of passage that will lead us
to such a collective spiritual awakening, then the loving bid we now
propose entirely hinges on our claim to be in possession of just such a
discovery---the missing "key" to this as yet unrealized "door"---and the
validity of our case must be decided solely on its substance and merit.
In Carl Jung's precious little treatise "The Undiscovered Self", after
detailing the precarious situation we as a species now find ourselves, and
explaining why, he spoke of the need to discover a "creature" of similar
anatomy to the sacred animal of the Christian faith as western society's
only hope for redemption---considering the stubborn gestalt of man's
superstitious proclivity---and its only way to reach and galvanize again
the sleepy divinity rooted deep within us all. It would have to be a
similar anatomied creature, he believed, but of a different origin, so
that as a result of this new relation the possibility of comparison, and
hence that of self knowledge could arise. If no contrary condition
exists, he argued, then judgement and decision are not only superfluous
but impossible.
We are delighted to report that just such a creature has finally been run
to ground, but in this case it just so happens to be the supernatural
corpus of the actual creature of Christianity's own enigmatic origin. Its
subtle basis, albeit hidden from us up to this moment, can be found in
nature, and no doubt would have been pronounced by Jung, had he been aware
of it, as "nature's GREATEST open secret." It is our contention that
since we are already so estranged from Christianity's natural/supernatural
root, its origin will prove as surprising to us as any genuine
extraterrestrial revelation.
Having proven to our satisfaction that it fulfills all requirements, our
concern at the moment is the most effective method to communicate this
"key" to the global public---through the revolutionary application of this
rare perspective in the religious arena---in the most direct way possible,
heart to heart. Our aim is to spark a spiritual movement designed to
remedy our most pressing problems, sufferings we would not have to bear in
an enlightened society.
It has its root in a commonality between us, tapping into a collective
phenomenon which all humanity shares, and through which all religious
symbols, systems, and myths can be interpreted. By virtue of its
discernment one would be able to reconstruct every majestic property
attributed to Divinity as put forth by all major world faiths, even
without prior exposure to their precedent, showing where such initial
conceptions originated, and may well prove to be the actual psychic source
or fount of all religious tradition in the world soever, settling
centuries of conjecture only to elevate us to an even higher plateau of
questioning.
It can be seen at once as the most ancient of religious truths---older
than Egypt---and in the same instant as the only ideal New Age reality
experientially accessible to us. The intrinsic wisdom revealed
undoubtedly provides the missing cosmological insight into the powerful
mystique of Jesus Christ's own personal initiated point of view. It
possesses a beauty and efficacy so simple it can even be understood by
children.
Not only does it illumine the metaphysical cosmology of the early Hebrews
and Christians, meeting and adequately answering every major question
believed until now to be rationally unassailable, but sheds invaluable
light on the Upanishads and Bhagavad Gita, the Heavenly Buddha, and other
eastern butterflies dreaming they are men and more. And, most
importantly, it also provides an incredibly significant further
breakthrough concerning the long suppressed Celestial Role of the Female
and her potential eclipse of the present former patriarchal understanding.
The rediscovery of this ancient cosmic mystery within the human soul will
be very much like the primordial epiphany that made an entire world of
spirit rise before the eyes of past generations, and once fully recognized
as an archetypal image of our own potential, to be lived, a tremendous
metamorphosis of human nature, thus relation, must certainly follow. For
the ultimate significance of this "key" to be properly appreciated, by the
learned professions as well as the general public, would in our estimation
entail consequences to which the term MOMENTOUS may well apply. What is
at issue is nothing less than the very meaning of religion itself.
It is, indeed, an Immaculate Conception. It is, indeed, the Undiscovered
Self we have discovered. The empowering means of this metamorphic miracle
is now freely offered...
"The shaping of the primordial image is, as it were, a translation into
language of the present which makes it possible for every man to find
again the deepest springs of life which would otherwise be closed to him.
Therein lies the social significance and importance of art; it is
constantly at work educating the spirit of the age, since it brings to
birth those forms in which the age is most lacking. Recoiling from the
unsatisfying present the yearning of the artist reaches out to that
primordial image in the unconscious which is best fitted to compensate the
insufficiency and onesidedness of the spirit of the age. The artist
seizes this image, and in the work of raising it from deepest
unconsciousness he brings it into relation with conscious values, thereby
transforming its shape, until it can be accepted by his contemporaries
according to their powers." ---C.G.Jung
Keeping the above definition in mind we now approach you with the premise
that it is possible to PERFORM a world revolution of spiritual purpose as
an artistic endeavor, proposing a higher art-form of theater (a
provocative passion play), wherein the dichotomy of the stage is wholly
dissolved along with every other illusory boundary dividing us from our
greater sovereignty. When this dichotomy of stage/audience screen/viewer
sport-spectator book/reader is dissolved, the fine line---or
abyss---between Fact and Fiction/Divinity and Humanity, also disappears.
Taking ourselves as a medium and assuming the legitimate god-form we know
we should be manifesting, we transform ourselves into the world-creative
character of our co-created script, and without delineation of stage or
dichotomy of audience, step forth into the social arena and orchestrate a
cosmic renascence as a work of ART (Magnum Opus), its license enabling
such an act of sublime surrealism, sans artifice of stage, to manifest as
redemptive fact. If the ACT is controversial enough, expect a response!
Our "co-star"---in this case the "audience" of our "intended"---steps
forward to engage, unaware of the magick of our staging, and a dialogue,
promising to prove a most enlightening dialectic, inevitably ensues...
The arts are, I believe, about to take upon their shoulders the burdens
that have fallen from the shoulders of the priests, and to lead us back
upon our journey by filling our thoughts with the essence of things, and
not with things." ---W.B.Yeats
Since the purpose of our art is to set other wills in sympathetic motion
we are now casting with one sole aim in mind: to gather great friends
together to enact through collective agreement a drama which promises to
crack the egg of world history formed through politics and religion.
We are now inviting consciousnesses of similar bent to examine and
consider this bid's merit, to momentarily suspend their judgement and
listen to our case, entertaining the potency of this "key" and our plans
to implement it for the purpose of world change. We seek among those of
us dedicated to "new thought" souls desperate enough and loving enough to
intelligently examine the potential promise of any possible solution with
half a hair's-breadth of a chance of making any kind of real difference in
our world, from any unexpected quarter. "He whose soul has not this
romantic enthusiasm," Kierkegaard reminds us, "has sold his soul, whether
he got a kingdom for it or a paltry piece of silver."
The immediate goal of our passion play is to recycle the accumulated
wealth of Christ in the abortion-conscious Roman Catholic Empire to the
starving children of Christ in the world suffering a much crueller form of
abortion, and to foster an intimate, deeply personal universal society
whose prime directive is the Sanctity of the Earth and the dignity and
happiness of every soul.
A Cosmic Renaissance.
We are pleased to say we have devised a skeletal framework of just such a
"script", proposing to facilitate nothing less than the complete
transfiguration of all that is conscientiously unacceptable in our present
world society. It will prove a most fascinating and controversial drama,
incorporating the ingredients of the classical Beauty and Beast motif and
employing rogue-like textures to make its inspirational exhortation more
appealing in this popular era of the anti-hero-heroic archetype, thereby
assuring the rapt attention of everyone in the western world and beyond.
The inevitable resultant dialectic thus begins, bringing the common events
of life into an altered context pregnant with portents of change.
As for our hope in this strategy there is a saying: "The way out is not
by the way thou camest in." When one enters the door of highest
initiation and discovers the absolute truth, one is so transformed by it
the entrance can no longer be recognized as the same reality upon exiting,
if indeed one exits at all.
We believe our audience---in this case the myriad faces of our
"co-star"---will be thoroughly captivated with the spellbinding effect of
our delivery, resulting in the experience of their being swept up into the
heart and soul of our passion play themselves, wholly transported into our
world-creative fantasy, providing an engaging escape from the
unsatisfactory reality we hope to leave at that door.
Such is good theater.
Since the reason for instigating this motion into the mainstream of
awareness is to literally inspire us to rally to greater personal
involvement rather than mere theoretical acknowledgement, we are hoping
you will consider our bid as a viable proposal toward such action.
"One need not always wait for all conditions favorable to revolution to be
present; the insurrection itself can create them," points out E."Che"
Guevara, adding, "Be realistic, do the impossible!"
If this proposed fancy rates high among "scenes we'd dearly love to see,"
then please, by all means, do explore this magnificent possibility with us
and its exquisite promise: you will not fail to marvel.
Most respectfully, [Signed with a serpentine glyph of the visible
spectrum and the roman numerals XCI.]
Pan.
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From 1993. Excerpt from a magazine article by Emile Lefort of Luxembourg:
EMILE LEFORT REPORTING FROM SAN FRANCISCO
I did also wish to tell you about Jesus Mouse.
He was sitting in Haight Street's Coffee Zone cafe when I saw him for the
first time, a fey creature with two large black ears and a black sponge
nose, manipulating an elegant cigarette holder. Before him lay a
leather-bound codex with a red, black and gold, star-spangled cover
bearing a caduceus; the caduceus bore an enamel effigy of Mickey Mouse set
beneath a tiny sword pendant from a ring framing a solitary Cat's Eye;
between the curling snakes of the caduceus was a black glyph of a horned
goat's head bossed with a star. He---the owner of this wondrous
paraphernalia---was writing a letter; from under his black jacket with its
gilded rose "boutonniere" flowed a black tail; nearby stood a sceptre-like
object terminating in a fearsome mannikin profering a red tongue, and on
that tongue was a key on which was written, "Key to the City".
It was my privilege over the next few days to tour San Francisco with this
gentleman. A word to filmmakers everywhere: you missed something.
[A bit of the plot of Emile's later bid for the feature play in
Luxembourg's 1994(?) "Cultural Capital of Europe" award]:
The Mouse is sitting in the middle of the dining and living room of a snug
tavern. Looking around and then back at the audience (1,500 people!) he
says, "This is an elegant stage, don't you think, and these are fine
handsome people. How are you? I'm fine. These things around me are all
the things I have in the world. I came here to do a play." And then away
we go, you get into conversations with the other brilliant, unusual minds
of Bohemia and the play-within-a-play goes into rehearsal. You may hold
to any crotchet you please as you discuss thrones and powers with the
Rabbi of Prague, exalt with Giordano Bruno and his Egyptian hatred of
Rome, outwit a Prince of the Church, confess to a saintly friar, go
drinking with the grooms, quarrel with yourself your own author, or drop a
rose at the feet of Columbine. The show is to go 5 to 7 hours with
breaks. The genre is "masque", with most of the dramatic "discoveries"
coming from the music, the dancing, and the spectacular sets. As is usual
in masques, if there is a verbalized drama, it is only to signify the
stately triumph of light over some easily repulsed obstacle. I emphasize
"stately" because there may be a Christian prince or princess in the
audience. And yet we are players! You are on stage in front of fifteen
hundred people, involved with Bohemian philosophers (Crowley people
sporting the most elegant intellectual fashions of their times) sorting
out some petty intrique perhaps (any suggestions?) and then helping them
to put on their play (maybe some irate anti-Roman of their number sees it
as a chance to tweak the Church by honouring the transformation of the
Maiden Grain, staying the hand that thought to slaughter the Lamb (nothing
too pointed, of course, "for though we carry the Almighty's best cudgel
yet fools along the Tiber speak spoken to", this could be a retort, etc.).
Imagining 16th century Bohemia as awash in Renaissance magi and
cosmographers (the wise, the impetuous, the absurd) seeking the ear and
tangible patronage of an inspired generous ruler supposedly with his head
in the clouds - all this left purposely, surrealistically vague as to
time, so that the scene could be modern - with some sort of intrique going
on (any suggestions?) It is as a colleague and one of them though you come
from the New World that you help the Bohemians rehearse and stage their
play, retiring only when the (admittedly slight) drama finally gives way
to the ineffable, i.e. during the scene inside the Telesterion. You would
never be out of character, out of your true mask in life, and have a
chance to argue your vision. In the final act you're thrust back into the
modern world (the Coffee Zone?) with everyone else and left to cope. The
Bohemians perform masked as philosophers in Act 1 and all through the
rehearsal and staging of "Eleusis". For "Eleusis" those taking part wear
appropriate masks. In the final Act everyone but yourself tears off his
mask. Or? The Mouse will remind those concerned that this isn't Bohemia
as usual. Imagine a coach and six with liveried grooms sent to pick you
up from the massive half-timbered inn where you lodge. The host's
daughter peeks up from her needlework and greets you with what may have
been a roguish smile as you go past the big room with the fireplace on the
first floor, descend the stairs and walk out into the night where a groom
is holding open the carriage door. Snug inside you think for a fleeting
moment of her loveliness as the swaying carriage clatters over the
cobblestones, now passing before the dwellings of the Jews, now passing
those of the alchemists, at last arriving at the Palace. The wrought-iron
gates open, the carriage enters. You follow on equerry; torches blaze
along the walls of the vaulted corridors because tonight the Emperor is
receiving at dinner: his other guests are his brilliant mistress, his
treasurer, his architect, an English builder of astronomical instruments,
a Jesuit learned in things Egyptian, a Rabbi deeply versed in the Cabala:
this is not Kafka: this is Rudolph's Prague. What kind of conversation
will you have? What will you agree, disagree on? What project do you
seek to advance?
Emile Lefort, Grand Duchy of Luxembourg
Post Script [relating to another part of the play, not mentioned above]:
In lieu of the carpenters' return one version had a searchlight playing
across the stage after the procession has entered the temple, looking for
someone or something, brushing over the inscription "Teletron" when a
voice calls out from near the well, "I'm over here". You (the cynosure of
all eyes) then take command of the stage by talking to the beam operator,
for example. Alternately, before the carpenters leave the bridge, you
emerge from somewhere and they say, "Shh now, here he comes, the Mouster
of Ceremonies..."
END OF APPENDIX______________________________________________________
(Rome? Think Black Lodge, Black Brethren...think "ill-ordered house in
the Victorious City"---conveying it with worship and liking it
not...think: THERE'S NOTHING MORE DIABOLICAL THAN JESUS CHRIST! Have I
found the "abstruction"? Who wields The Sword? Who else can bring
Peace?)
I quote (Wake-World, Atu XV):
It was midnight, and the Devil came down and sat in the midst; but my
Fairy Prince whispered: "Hush! it is a great secret, but his name is
Yeheswah, and he is the Saviour of the World." And that was very funny,
because the girl next me thought it was Jesus Christ, till another Fairy
Prince (my Prince's brother) whispered as he kissed her: "Hush, tell
nobody ever, that is Satan, and he is the Saviour of the World."
We were a very great company, and I can't tell you of all the strange
things we did and said, or of the song we sang as we danced face outwards
in a great circle ever closing in on the throne. But whenever I saw a
toad or a bat, or some horrid insect, my Fairy Prince always whispered:
"It is the Saviour of the World," and I saw that it was so. (KONX OM PAX)
MAGICK HAVES HOOVES AND HORNS AND WEARS A CROWN OF THORNS. ---S.E.T.
"Be ye as wise as serpents." ---J.C.
Rally the Staff; engage the world; enlighten the masses; feed the hungry;
house the homeless; outmode war; establish order; secure the ship; free
ourselves; and the rest, as they say...is recreation.
It is in this spirit then that I seek potential playmates---cosmic
co-conspirators, gifted thinkers---toward initiating such a "heavenly
rebellion." It is a
counsel toward action, echoing Norman O. Brown's take on Tetragrammaton:
The Father is the Absolute Despot and Ruler of the Horde. He rules with
an iron fist and counts everything to be his personal property, including
his Sons and Daughters. The Sons rebeI, overthrow the Tyrant, and divide
the spoils equally among the Sons and Daughters. As far as I'm concerned,
it's the only game in town.
If taking up this kind of challenge is your dream of adventure also, then
by all means, do say hello. You're certainly welcome.
Ever yours, "The Kid."
IN-IT-"I"-ATE,
I-H-"V"-H
DO-WHAT-"THOU"-WILT!
S.E.T.,1388 Haight #1,S.F.Ca94117
pan@emergent.com
ARARITA!
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Post Script:
Did you find the critical junctures of the Standard of Baphomet in the
twisted zeroes (eights) of Snake and Sword?
Just draw a proportionately correct Standard, then move the two outside
"sapphires" of the middle cross in so they abut on both sides of
Tiphareth, then superimpose Snake (head in Kether) and Sword (Thelema over
Da'ath), and voila! everything symbolically pertinent corresponds. 8, H,
I, T; hilt, guard, blade, crown. You'll see.
Now suspend these images and begin again with the perfect eight, making
arrows instead of a single line to trace it, all pointing and following
the path from Serpent's head to tail, overlapping itself as shown in LIES,
to signify the twisted zero. Now put the sphere of Yesod in the center of
the lower loop, Da'ath in the upper. These correspond to the Division for
Love's Sake: "I" and "Thou"; Hadit / Nuit; Tvat Tsam Asi
Etcetera...revealing both the dynamic nature of their ultimate identity
and relativity, and the hitherto hidden NU-clear Tree becomes apparent.
Note also how well the Formula of Quintagrammaton suits this "non-atomic"
Tree to a T! IHShVH: I in Kether, H in Da'ath, Sh in The Rose, V in
Yesod, and second H as Malkuth. Behold the Rood and Caduceus. And what
a WORLD of difference between that of the 11th's Sapphire vs. the "nine"
of the lower-cased fools....
This can be easily demonstrated in conjunction with Crowley's Formula
(form-U-LA ?) of Tetragrammation, THOTH. The history of the NAME, I'm
given to understand, well-defined the folly of trying to pronounce it.
NO-MAN knew its true pronouncement. In the Synagogue it was verbally
uttered on one day of the year alone, the 365th day of AT-ONE-MENT. (364
was thus consigned by them to THE SHAITAN, i.e. everything short of full
circle.) It was uttered on that day by the High Priest of the Synagogue,
while it was sanctioned safe to do so, and then only once I believe.
Anyone else anywhere else crazy enough to verbally attempt it otherwise
was immediately set upon---dragged from the Temple if within---and
brutally stoned to death in the street, post haste. Reason being of
course---as legend had it---that if this UNUTTERABLE WORD were ever even
ACCIDENTLY pronounced correctly: BOOM, END OF WORLD, GONE! This of
course may imply an end to the world as we now know it.
I know it ended MY world as I knew it...
Care to have me pronounce it for you?
ooh!
A RECKONING:
> Pan! Pan! Pan!
> I have told myself never to fall in love. I jump into love! That way one is
certain it is not accident, but deliberate act! It is also easier to make a
graceful landing. :)
> I think maybe you were a bit hard on Mogg, but we all have a favorite style.
I am really not one to talk, I am known to be hard on those who expect me to
surrender to them in their realm, but will not surrender to me in mine.
> It was hard avoiding beating his words to a pulp.
> Hitler was as necessary to the evolution of human consciousness as Marilyn
Monroe.
> It is best not to scold or criticise people for their ignorance.
> There is no perfection, except the total sum of the universe.
> Q: Person to person communication is so imperfect, how can an idea be
expected to remain unchanged?
> A: If it is unuttered!
> Is silence the answer? Hell no! Hell is a place where all the volume knobs
are stuck at ZERO!
> When I speak or write, my words leave me and my possession, as a gift. I can
not be responsible for misinterpretation of my "gospel." If I didn't want it
tampered with I wouldn't share it!
> When you pour your friends a glass of wine you don't then tell them how to
drink it!
> -Az
Thank you for that Az! I didn't think it would harm him at all to haunt
him a bit, or at worse be consigned to the infernal fires... So, TURN UP
THE VOLUME! ?
!
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TO MOGG, MANDRAKE OF OXFORD:
>> [pan]: Hell, cult of personality is inevitable! Look at the established
faiths!
>> Yet much benefit can be derived from "aping" such Thoth's, can it not?
else what are Olympia's for?
> [Mogg]: I don't think so - i think the new aeon needs some new models
of the > spiritual life.
[pan: NEW models of Perennial Archetype, you say?]
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I include just two responses to the three I shared them with (most dear
friends!). The first, from Soror A. B., Vancouver:
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Date: Sat, 07 Dec 1996 15:41:28 -0800
To: Pan
" Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law "
Pan -
Your rap on 'cultism' it kinda interesting. The 'Cult of Personality' is as
ancient as it is inevitable. In this reality, we are races of people bound
to the great turning and churning of THE WHEEL of consumption and global
dependency. Each time the 'Cult(s) of the Head(s)' leads the commoners into
the mythical tragedies, resembling those woesome tales of the gods, then new
leaders spellbound and blinded, take on the high seat of the dung heap, not
seeing the fair child, the virgin harlot, seated at the bottom stair.
Soror A.B.
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You also said:
>> the spotlight?
> I would worry about myself in the spotlight, perhaps equally. Its not really
a question of idolatry - i've no problem with that - for me the salutary
example is whats happened to the guru tradition of asia. Lots of week
minded disciples hanging on the words and vicarious spiritual achievements
of their less than perfect masters.
Mogg, I understand.
"Even people who sincerely wish to transform themselves and to assist in
the transforming of others can lose their way because of credulity,
because they would rather believe blindly than test things for
themselves. All attempts, therefore, on the part of those who have
attained inner freedom, to liberate men from their bondage, tend to
become frustrated by the credulity of man, coupled with his laziness and
reluctance to think for himself.
"Even people who sincerely wish to transform themselves and to assist in
the transforming of others can lose their way because of credulity,
because they would rather believe blindly than test things for
themselves. All attempts, therefore, on the part of those who have
attained inner freedom, to liberate men from their bondage, tend to
become frustrated by the credulity of man, coupled with his laziness and
reluctance to think for himself.
"So, no matter how powerful the teacher, his followers can always be
trusted to make a mishmash of his teachings and bring his work to a
halt. This they generally do by creating a cult of personality around
the teacher himself, and fossilizing everything in exactly the form in
which it was given. Using this fossilized teaching they engage in
mechanical repetitions of certain patterns of behavior assuring
themselves and each other that they will attain liberation and higher
consciousness as long as they never, never make the slightestchange in
anything the master taught.
"But life is change, and what is appropriate for one period is not
necessarily valid for another. So all this effort to hold onto certain
forms only results in the arrest of development. So another teacher has
to appear, smash the fossil,start all over again. This, of course,
causes shrieks of indignation among the True Believers, whose sleep is
disturbed and whose comfortable habits are disarranged."
-- DeRopp, The Master Game
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Response number two, from A. S., Seattle:
>Date: Mon, 23 Dec 1996 03:48:35 -0800
>To: Pan
>Subject: Re: cultism
>At 09:33 PM 12/21/96 -0800, you wrote:
>>I have just recently been asked to address the troubling specter of
"personality cultism." I will begin by saying, in this world, such is
inevitable (including my own damn envious adorations!)....
>!!
>:)
>Anything of power has a potential for misuse directly proportional to it's
potential usefulness.
>When charisma is outlawed, only outlaws will have charisma!
>>It's quite common: We root for our favorite teams as well as our favorite
stars!
>We can not be everything. Our heroes and idols embody that which we sense is
lacking in ourselves.
>Because of them it is "ok" for us to be less than perfect. And that is part
of the problem... We each must each embody our own archtypes. That is what
I sense is the calling of the dawning age. We must each learn to be our own
hero(ine).
>>at the word "cult".
When you use the term, "cult of personality," I believe you mean a form of
unreflecting Idolatry, do you not? And someone other than your self in
the spotlight?
>I think that is a fair assumption to start from.
>>I will state now, magickally speaking, that I personally would use ANY
Ahimsic means possible -- siriusly trick, cajole, frighten -- if doing so
led to the feeding of the starving and the homing of the houseless, and
bring all unnecessary suffering in our deeply troubled world to an end.
At least for a season....
>If even only a day! The the world would then see the potential reality of it
and would undoubtably clamor for more.
>>"In the least of these my children, you find me." -- Aleister Crowley
A.S.
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Mogg:
"In the end, the best art, even in a form that's collaborative, requires
one guy with an insistent vision. It may be the director, or it can be
the writer or producer. But if a work doesn't follow one person's
vision, it'll be wishy-washy mush. There'll be a softness in its core.
Some guy has got to stand up and say, 'This is the way this is going to
be,' and make it like that." -- Elia Kazan (Film director)
MY contribution is its Definitive Explanation in Christian Mystery (as well
as Thelemic Mystery), and a rough but astute ability to translate it
fairly fluently in most Major Religions' symbolic vernaculars. "AHA!"
the only possible result. But you don't know this, then, do you.
> Thanks for you email. I did look for your secret but couldn't find the
orignaly posting and took that as a sign.
Indeed, we'll BOTH take it as a sign! As for THE KEY OF IT ALL?
nevermind, it's not important... Now "ALL YOU CAN EAT!"...THAT'S a sign!
> perhaps hans solo is a wife beater -
Perhaps? "Let this ass be set to grind corn!"
> interesting to, that the other hero has not built much upon his image in the
film and is nowhere as a popular icon.
Yeah, who really likes Jesus nowadays? The White Hat, Horse, Milk...ugh!
> What you are proposing has been tried many times and the failure is
everywhere to be seen.
You, my good man, unfortunately, haven't even ASKED what the hell I'm
proposing, much less KNOW what it is I'm proposing!! Damn! I really
don't think I can spare the necessary time to pursue the matter further
with you now, but trust me or not! you will see! Simply put: I can tell
by the MANY things you've said, magic bookseller or not, that you are FAR
from Truly Initiate! and therefore already -- BY YOUR OWN OPINIONATION! --
"out of the loop." Sorry. My mistake...
I'm not outright saying I am God, was I? But I certainly AM God, with a
capital G! -- No Goddamn Doubt About That!! -- And My Divinity -- but for
the ABSOLUTE sense -- is FAR from exclusive! But as you know: If I am NOT
God, there is no such thing as God! Yet I can easily show you how I
created this universe, which is to say I'd be letting you in on just how I
go about creating universes. Is this possible, you're probably not
bothering to ask? Sure! I can do just about anything I want! I'm God
after all!
YOUR CERTAINLY DOUBTING IT, simply means you can't conceive of it, and
even if you could ALMOST conceive of it, you'd still no doubt not believe
it could possibly be presently present and asking anything of YOU! Am I
correct?
Question: Do YOU think humanity's even worth salvaging?"
I DO make and keep my self-made rules! - I can't just take you to Heaven
and show you around, stuff like that. What you call Death in this world,
is the only token through that stile. You've heard it explained this way?
I freely wrote the Script in The Beginning; now I have no choice at all
but to live out the Certain Fate I so Freely and Sweetly Determined for
myself?" Can I create a rock bigger than I can lift? Sure! do it all the
time! But I can also "delete" the universe it's in! Just as good...
God is a comedic Genius, with a sadistic wit.
Think about it... I'm a male entity, in the form and likeness of a man. I
walk afoot in this, the world of my creation, among the males and females
of my creation, made in my own divine IMAGE and LIKENESS.
The Saduccees and the Pharisees asked me, "Who in the hell do you think
you are?"
Before Abraham I was? You bet! Moses wrote of me? Most certainly!
[The sixty elders of the Sanhedrim: "Look, we got enough problems with
this occupation as it is without yet another so-called messiah rocking the
boat. We'd simply make our pronouncement and have him stoned to death for
the blasphemy, but we're under Roman Law; our hands are tied. We will not
chance risking what we still DO have, therefore , and simply turn him over
to the Romans!"
Rome: "Who the hell do you think you are?... Are you?"
Me: "Whatever...do what thou wilt."
(And the Veil was rent with Laughter!)
Next thing Rome knows I show up as an effeminate proselytizer, and you
tell me what became of the Magnificent Gods and the Throne of The Holy
Roman Empire.....
One could go "Bang! Right back at'cha!" but doen't seem like justice to
me... so I counted the number of the Sanhedrim, plus wives, as zygotes!
according to their law, and waited -- knowing their exclusive breeding
habits -- until the potential pain of their nerve cells became a million
times greater... (Count the numbers of their generations!)
DEATH IS THE PUNCHLINE!
A lesson in Monotheism:
"When I got up to Heaven, Hitler was there; with Himmler and Goering,
sitting on the Golden Stair.
"They said, 'Are you a Nazi?' I said, 'No I'm not!' They said, 'Well you'd
better not come in here, or you're liable to be shot!'
"I said, 'Heil Hitler!' and they said, 'Ahhh, we thought so! a Nazi! Come
on in... Give this man his Silver Dagger, and his S.S. Party Pin....'
-- Chris Clayton
You do know of course that "The Biography of God" is The History of The
Jews, don't you?
my mistake...
> 'Ama et fac quod vis'
> Mogg
> Mandrake of Oxford
* 'Quid Me Anxius Sum'
* ALL
* of the below.
* ""
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From a friend, written in San Quentin Prison:
THE MAGICAL DREAM
The magical dream is not what it seems and running won't get you no
thrills. There'll be peaches and cream and songs in between when we
party with fools on the hill.
Why was forgotten when what was believed was not what it happened to be,
where nothing is real and the best of the deal is all that you just cannot
see.
Rumble and bubble, forget all your trouble, cuz yesterday left with the
night, today we begin with our sail full of wind, and a captain who's
flying a kite.
Lucky for you that green isn't blue and bluebirds don't swim with the
whales, and lucky for me, at least in my dreams, this meaningless magic
prevails.
Longing for living, unloosed from the burden where elephants fly in the
wind. Where flowers are sky, and nobody cries, and nobody knows where
we've been.
Lucky for you that green isn't blue and bluebirds don't swim with the
whales, and lucky for me, at least in my dreams, this meaningless magic
prevails...
....and lucky for me...at least in my dreams...this meaningless
magic...prevails. ---Dave Cole
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Please don't bother to answer. All these questions, from the beginning!
were merely rhetorical...
eh?
}:)
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[Post Script to All:]
Christmas Day, 1996:
"Has Aleister Crowley really gone away? Did he really do all those awful
things they say? Is he buried beneath the sod? Or was Aleister Crowley
really God?"
"Madness is most contagious," Grandpa warns... talking about our own
peculiar lineage of course. We're from another world we are, pure and
simple. Obviously not of THIS world! Gramps thus gravely calls to all
who'll heed, to proceed with due care, should you dally with the likes of
us'n for long; lest this madness smack to endear you nearer, as though a
nonsense whispering truths unheard.. risking fancy's keep, as though to
win a lyric hid amid such folly's rhyme; until it begins to give, this is,
to chime... and then reveals, in metaphor, just precisely what a meta's
for! and next you know you're through the door and the fine line's gone!
Carried Away! GONE! -- As looney as that tune you couldnt hear! -- HEAR!
HEAR! -- And now you're Here! So what more can we say? You did converse
with Gramps and me -- even if unwittingly -- and nevermore the c'est la
vie! since you're now as mad as we!!! Don't you disagree?? "Such is the
knowledge and conversation of angels," says he.
"Contemplate the fire, contemplate the clouds, and when omens appear and
voices beging to sound in your soul, abandon yourself to them without
wondering beforehand whether it seems convenient or good to do so. If you
hesitate, you will spoil your own being, you will become little more than
the bourgeois facade which encloses you, and you will become a fossil.
Our god is named Abraxas, and he is both god and the devil at the same
time. You will find in him both the world of light and of shadows.
Abraxas is not opposed to any of your thoughts or to any of your dreams,
but he will abandon you if you become normal and unapproachable. He will
abandon you and look for another pot in which to cook his thoughts."
---Carl Jung
THE "GREAT FOOL" of the Celts (Dalua). Call him "Harlequin", and a
Tetragrammaton evidently burlesquing the Sacred Family springs to sight):
This is a considerable advance on those purely naturalistic phenomena
above described; in the Great Fool is a definite doctrine. The world is
always looking for a saviour, and the doctrine in question is
philosophically more than a doctrine; it is a plain fact. Salvation,
whatever salvation may mean, is not to be obtained on any REASONABLE
terms. Reason is an impasse, reason is damnation; only madness, divine
madness, offers an issue. The law of the Lord Chancellor will not serve;
the law-giver may be an epileptic camel-driver like Mohammed, a
megalomaniac provincial upstart like Napolean, or even an exile,
three-parts learned, one-part crazy, an attic-dweller in Soho, like Karl
Marx. There is only one thing in common among such persons; they are mad,
that is, inspired. Nearly all primitive people possess this tradition, at
least in a diluted form. They respect the wandering lunatic, for it may
be that he is the messenger of the Most High. "This queer stranger? Let
us entreat him kindly. It may be that we entertain an angel unawares."
Closely bound up with this idea is the question of paternity. A saviour
is needed. What is the one thing certain about his qualifications? That
he should not be an ordinary man. (In the Gospels people cavilled about
the claim that Jesus was the Messiah because he came from Nazareth, a
perfectly well-known town, because they knew his mother and his family;
in brief, they argued that he did not qualify as a candidate for Saviour.)
The saviour must be a peculiarly sacred person; that he should be a human
being at all is hardly credible. At the very least, his mother must be a
virgin; and to match this wonder, his father cannot be an ordinary man;
therefore, his father must be a god...
There is no such thing as fiction, for you, or me, when all that we now
call reality is little more than it's imagined to be... The contrivance of
a connivance so convincing in its illusion, it's indeed the rare day one
doesn't fall prey to one's self-same-snared conclusion: Is this not, to
wit: Carved in Stone! the only world you've ever known?
I am unequivocally devoted to the Goddess, and have placed my Love and my
Life in Her service. My only Oath is to Her. In this first and lasting
pledge of fealty I discovered first hand Goethe's Sacred Truth:
"Until one is committed
there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back,
always ineffectiveness.
"Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation),
there is one elementary truth,
the ignorance of which kills countless ideas
and splendid plans:
that the moment one definitely commits oneself,
then Providence moves too.
"All sorts of things occur to help one
that would never otherwise have occurred.
A whole stream of events issues from the decision,
raising in one's favor all manner
of unforseen incidents and meetings
and material assistance,
which no man could have dreamt
would have come his way."
I AM NOT MY OWN.
"Restoring the Goddess to her Throne in our religious world-view."
The "Key" we are offering, entails a remarkable evolutionary step further,
to reveal the heavily veiled Snow White, the scintillating Cinderella, the
mysterious and most majestic Sleeping Beauty, hidden deep within its
truth. Unbelievable as it may seem, by its virtue we will find we are in
a unique position to irrefutably validate and revitalize the substantial
reality of Christianity's Ultimate Mystery, but to ultimately accept this
validation will be to acknowledge the inherent revelation of the Greater
Divinity of Woman, and the long overdue truth of her Supernal Role in this
creation, constituting the beginning of the end of the patriarchy as we
now know it.
Without any historical precedent whatsoever, the "Key" enables you to
reconstruct every dynamic archetype in the spiritual cosmology of the
Hebrews and early Christians, as well as point out where they fell from
any hope of grace in their failure to recognize the Greater Divinity of
The Woman of The World.
As CINDERELLA, she is seen as the smoldering spark hidden beneath this
ash. Feet, in ancient symbolism, always represented the "Substance of
Understanding," and vice versa, as the feet are seen to under-stand the
entire body, or again, the entire body is seen to rest upon, be supported,
by this sub-stance. Thus the reason for Cinderella's slipper being made
out of glass, or crystal, so that the "light of her sub-stance" -- her
under-standing -- could shine through...
Sleeping Beauty also lay in a coffin of crystal, and in the oldest of her
fables she is always only seven years old, again a reference to this Snow
White Light, the seven dwarves her seven colors...
The Prince, or Crowned Head, in such scenarios, always represents his
domain's COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS -- since he speaks for All as One in the
vernacular of the Royal "WE". He unwittingly finds her, weds her, and
restores her to her Proper Place upon the Throne...
It is the GODDESS who will birth the miracle of this new planetary child,
and full authority over it must be surrendered into her knowing,
responsible care, the long-suppressed, True Divinity of her NATURE (OUR
Nature), dutifully returned to the deserving focus of our reverence. The
Just Dessert of Our True Lady of Liberty now due.
In a clearer elucidation of this archetype, take the Formula of
Tetragrammaton, for example, as applied to the present political structure
of a nation; or the given shape of the collective gestalt of a people.
The Old King represents the formulative power behind this present
arrangement or order, much the same as a "King of the Mountain" disposes
of the wealth and resources of his estate as he will. The Daughter is
symbolic of the present structure of the Queen, but as a structure which
no longer serves, and must give way to new form, to further her evolution
(perfection ever perfecting), and so represents, when her time has come,
Greater Possibiliy in the necessated birth of change.
Take the Queen of The Roman Catholic Church and its views, with Papal Law
its inflexible present King. Unlike in her glory days, the Queen's
present structure has failed to keep pace with the natural evolution of
our time. She has thus given birth to a Daughter who has finally come of
age, now malleable to new possibility, and The Tournament, the "agony" to
see who will be first to seed and bring that new possibility to bear, has
been long declared open, and in full swing, for some time. Once
intolerant, the Old King has lost his supreme sway, and now faces, as we
see today, a rapidly rising tide of bold new bids for sovereignty; bids
that at one time would have been swiftly crushed underfoot...
And how could we imagine, that among the many late entrants in this great
open challenge to the Church's Enigmatic Authority, would be its Greatest
Mystery's own native child?
It's no boast of prowess, but what the hell... "BEHOLD! - I COME QUICKLY!"
Ezekiel said: "The philosophy of the East taught the first principles of
human perception: Some nations held the principle for the origin, & some
another: We of Israel taught that the Poetic Genius (as you now call it)
was the first principle and all the others merely derivative, which was
the cause of our despising the Priests & Philosophers of other countries,
and prophecying that all Gods would at last be proved to originate in ours
& to be tributaries of the Poetic Genius... ...and we so loved our God,
that we cursed in his name all the deities of surrounding nations, and
asserted that they had rebelled; from these opinions the vulgar came to
think that all nations would at last be subject to the Jews.
"This," said he, "like all firm persuasions, is come to pass; for all
nations believe the Jews' code and worship the Jews God, and what greater
subjection can be?"
I heard this with some wonder & must confess my own conviction.
-- William Blake
Before Abraham?
Melchizedek! High Priest of Salem! (Unto whom the Roman Catholic Empire
is STATEDLY indebted!) who put the AHA! in Abrm.
Moses wrote of me?
Let's start with "Moses"! an Egyptian half-name meaning "A Child Is
Given," ALWAYS appended to the name of the god the child is given to; an
age-old custom of the Royal Family, akin to the "ben" of Judaic custom,
only divinely speaking. Moses, an outsider found and adopted by the Royal
Family, had the distinction of not having a god named. Thus, "A (Magical)
Child Is Given."
And so, AS a member of the Royal Family, Moses was Initiated in the
Deepest Sanctuary of Egypt, and there he met his first Serpent! The
Uraeus! whose Crown signified Initiation. (And no, it was NOT the Serpent
of Re-incarnation -- the "DYING and Resurrecting Formula" -- but the
Serpent of Immortality!! where Death is NOT, nor CANNOT, be known! I
know whereof I speak, and more.
And Man! did that given "child" at that time, ever get the grasp of THAT
snake! And after standing "on the mount," the bush before him, "broken by
the blazing and burning of this Dread Majesty, this millioned-hued
brilliance coruscating its jetted Fire unto the Infinite Aether; this
austere and noble countenance, set fast in dire and royal wrath, this
awful face of fear before whose glance the ashen world grows grey,
crashes! and chaos crumbles all away! As when the living eyes of man
behold the embalmed seductions of a Queen of Khem, wrapped with much
spice, and linen and red gold; and guardian gods on every side of them,
yet inasmuch as life is life they shrink, shrivel into ashes as men gaze;
so too doth the world grow giddy on the brink, of these unfathomable eyes
that blaze, swifter, and deadlier, than.... [Red Seas or Pharoahs]"
sorry...
And so the Power of God is revealed unto Moses -- "Be ye as wise!" -- and
so magically "bestowed" to him in the metamorphic miracle of The Serpent
Staff (you can find the earliest form of that staff, a T with one simple
drape of The Snake on it -- forerunner of the Caduceus --in Egyptian
hieroglyph. The earliest Tree of Life).
Okay. You're Moses. You've really got hold of something here! You've
GOT to write it down for posterity, no matter what. The Subject? The
reality of God! of course! But you can't tell it too boldly, no. Not
within Egypt's Reach! and so you do what your ancestor's will do, when in
Rome's reach, and that's make a monster of everything Rome stands for, and
call it the Harlot of Babalon! or something. But not quite... In this
case, just jiggle a few facts, then pass on the key of its true meaning
orally...
Okay, instead of the fertile Nile, the only true garden in this desert,
you'll call it... The Garden of Eden! Okay... now let's actually make
"The God of The Garden" Pharoah, disguised as Jehovah (who's to know?).
Good. Now let's say Adam and Eve represent The Children of Israel,
and.... The Serpent?
MOSES of course! The Initiate!
Pharoah, er - I mean "God," to Adam and Eve: "I'm God here, see! I made
youse two! This is My Garden, see, and you'll do what I tell ya! got it!
OR ELSE! Don't feel free! See that Tree there? (Hieroglyph with Serpent
on it) Hands Off! It's MINE! Eve? LEST YE TOUCH IT YE SHALL SURELY DIE!
(Chalk up ONE for God.) Got that? Adam? IN THE DAY YE EAT THEREOF, YE
SHALL SURELY DIE! (Two!) You understand me?"
Setting: Before Original Sin...
"Now the Serpent was the most subtil beast of the field."
Note the word "subtil," which is your "key" to this passage, along with
the word "beast" (a talking beast?!?) as "creat-ure," in a "field" which
can only be discribed as "Eden."
SUBTIL -- not "subtle" -- in its earliest, thus most ancient usage, meant:
"Tenuous, All rarified, all pervading, like the fragrance of a perfume."
Let's try it again: "Now The Serpent was the Most Ethereal Creat-ure in
Heaven." (Thus the Angelic Seraphic Tradition.)
And he said unto The Children of Israel: "About this Tree here... What'd,
um, 'God', tell you?"
"Dead Meat if we mess with it!" they replied.
"Not true!" answered the Serpent; "Ye shall NOT surely die!" (Chalk up
one for The Serpent.) "For 'God' doth know, that in the day ye eat
thereof, your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as the gods, knowing
good and evil. (Chalk up three more.) Trust me! I know what I'm talking
about. I am after all, THE MOST subtil... Here, let me show you! and
from now on you shall call what I show you (QBLH) 'That which has been
received!' okay? Dig it! And, also, to show your Special Covenant with
me, your Serpent of Immortality, you shall have yourself CIRCUMSIZED from
now on. Got that? That whether my 'head' is up (I lift up mine head, and
shoot forth venom!), or down, my crown will will never be buried beneath
the shroud again!"
Eve, caring less about being circumsized, was the first to speak up:
"Sure, fuck, why not." Adam, of course, being the true male he was, had
little choice but to follow Eve's lead.
AND "BEHOLD! - Both their eyes were opened! and they saw that they were
naked [symbolically: saying that they were now "spiritual" -- Infinite,
without the limitation of the "fleshly-habilament"], and they were
ashamed.
Note Eve did not die by just "touching," nor Adam in that day, for "eating
the fruit thereof."
"God" walking in the garden: "Adam, where art thou?"
(GOOD QUESTION, GOD!)
"Um, over here?"
"Adam, why art thou hiding?"
(GOOD QUESTION, GOD!)
"Well, you see, it's like this..."
Moses, with Aaron, before Pharoah: "Well, you see, it's like this... I'm
going to let Aaron here do my talking for me, first of all, not only
because I'm lexdysic and a st-t-t-utterer, but to show you this Wisdom is
so easily communicated. I'm saying I'M the God of This Garden, and will
prove before Pharoah more Pharoah than Pharoah Himself! So gird your
loins and bring out your biggest guns!" (In Pharoah's day, such things --
especially from a formerly initiated, once-Egyptian, "Child of Bast,"
weren't taken lightly.)
The Head Priests of Pharoah come forward and present their Divine
Understanding. Two Serpents rise! -- A division hither-homeward!
Moses and Aaron throw their Single Serpent into the ring, and it dances
circles around the other two before going "ssctheupp!" and they're
HISTORY!
Pharoah goes "WHOA! THE MAN IS BECOME AS ONE OF US [as the gods! 'God's
own admission], KNOWING GOOD, AND EVIL! AND NOW, LEST HE PUT FORTH HIS
HAND, AND TAKE ALSO OF THE TREE [of My Immortal Life!] AND EAT, AND LIVE
FOREVER...
"Okay, Moses, I find it expedient to Me and Mine to let You and Yours go,
right now, okay? No hard feelings?"
And he shuffled the Serpent and The Children of Israel OUT of the
"garden"...
Note: After The Jealous God commanded Moses to lift up a brazen serpent
high above the heads of his people that all who looked upon it may be
healed, and he did so... Did you know that, historically, the Jews openly
worshipped Jehovah in the form of a Serpent for four-hundred years after
their deliverance from the desert? Until of course their Rabbis were once
again able to enforce the divine proscription against graven images...
Enlightening?
And so I come along (first person), wonder at the root of my faith, and
return to Egypt to be refreshed in it's Initiation! I walk away going,
"WHOA!" and made The Divine Experience my own...
(Have you ever seen the hieroglyph of a small pyramidal triangle [Pyramis:
Greek, "To rise at birth!" "Pyramid" in the Egyptian tongue? "Mountain
of Manifestation!"], followed by an upright Uraeus? It means, simply,
Serpent's Tooth. ..."Tooth" symbolizes "analysis" -- the teeth breaking
up "the meat of grown men" into its finest components, before "digesting"
it, or fully assimilating it-- and so aptly symbolizes the "Shin" of this
Serpent's Tetragrammatic Wisdom.)
Let's see... two down for "god," but the Snake was HOT! Eyes will be
opened (one); be as the
gods (two); knowing good and evil (three); and....gee, what was that first
promise? Oh yeah: YE SHALL NOT SURELY DIE!!!... With me so far?
Mark my words to Nicodemus (after he confesses he hasn't a CLUE to what
I'm talking about, being reborn in the Spirit and all that, and I've
about had it to HERE, trying...):
"How can I explain to you Heavenly things, and expect you to understand,
when I explain to you earthly things, and you do not understand? [and you
call this a good segueway for what immediately follows?] "FOR EVEN AS
MOSES LIFTED UP THE SERPENT IN THE WILDERNESS, SO TOO MUST THE SON OF MAN
BE LIFTED UP! THAT WHOSOEVER BELIEVETH IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH, BUT HAVE
EVERLASTING LIFE!"
"Sin": Literally, "to miss the mark!"
"Repent": Literally, "look again!"
You've recall the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel? Michelangelo's Image of
God and Man? reaching toward each other, fingers almost touching? Therein
portrays the "mark," the POINT -- the "abyss" between those almost
touching fingertips "the distance of The FALL." Were they touching, their
would be no distance whatsoever between them, their "experience" of each
other now "in-tact!" and so representing "At-one-ment!"
It is the "pot of gold" at the end of the rainbow. The other side of the
Looking Glass. [We will soon meet each other's "reflection" in this
Mirror.] "IT BEHOOVES ONE TO CROSS THIS GREAT WATER [between us] TO FIND
ONE'S SELF SEATED [reading this now!] ON THE OTHER SHORE! THEN, AND ONLY
THEN, IS THERE GREAT GOOD FORTUNE!"
Or, as the Bedouins say it, ("Camel" [Kmal] as "Soul" - being "The only
thing that can get you across this desert?"): "IT BEHOOVES ONE TO CROSS
THIS GREAT DESERT (abyss between us) TO FIND ONE'S SELF SEATED IN ANOTHER
OASIS ("a little 'life' in an otherwise 'lifeless' desert."), THEN, AND
ONLY THEN, IS THERE GREAT GOOD FORTUNE! And if the more of us "travelers"
who do of course (witness the footprints in the sand), spill water along
our way as they go, then behold! No longer will our oases be divided by
the spiritual wasteland now between us, but instead enable this otherwise
lifeless desert to truly flower and flourish between us all into One
Great, Emerald Green Ubiquitously wonderful Life! - proving nothing less
than Allah's Garden of Paradise, regained...
Mohammed: "Whoever knows himself knows God. Do not despise the world,
for the world too is God. Wherever you turn is God's Face."
The "Gateless Barrier" of the Ancients:
"TO BE, OR NOT TO BE... THAT, IS THE QUESTION!"
The I Ching's answer:
_______ _______ above K'UN THE RECEPTIVE, EARTH
_______ _______
_______ _______
_______ _______ below K'AN THE ABYSMAL, WATER
_______________
_______ _______
7. SHIH / THE ARMY
This hexagram is made up of the trigrams K'an, water, and K'un, earth, and
thus it symbolizes the ground water stored up in the earth. In the same
way military strength is stored up in the mass of the people -- invisible
in times of peace but always ready for use as a source of power. The
attributes of the two trigrams are danger inside and obedience outside.
This points to the nature of an army, which at the core is dangerous,
while discipline and obedience must prevail outside.
Of the individual lines, the one that controls the hexagram is the strong
nine in the second place, to which the other lines, all yielding, are
subordinate. This line indicates a commander, because it stands in the
middle of one of the two trigrams. But since it is in the lower rather
than the upper trigram, it represents not the ruler but the efficient
general, who maintains obedience in the army by his authority.
THE JUDGMENT
THE ARMY. The army needs perseverance
And a strong man.
Good fortune without blame.
An army is a mass that needs organization in order to become a fighting
force. Without strict discipline nothing can be accomplished, but this
discipline must be acheived by force. It requires a strong man who
captures the hearts of the people and awakens their enthusiasm. In order
that he may develop his abilities he needs the complete confidence of his
ruler, who must entrust him with full responsibility as long as the war
lasts. But war is always a dangerous thing and brings with it destruction
and devastation. Therefore it should not be resorted to rashly but, like
a poisonous drug, should be used as a last recourse.
The justifying cause of a war, and clear and intelligible war aims, ought
to be explained to the people by an experienced leader. Unless there is
quite a definite war aim to which the people can conscientiouly pledge
themselves, the unity and strength of conviction that lead to a victory
will not be forthcoming. But the leader must also look to it that the
passion of war and the delirium of victory do not give rise to unjust acts
that will not meet with general approval. If justice and perseverance are
the basis of action, all goes well.
"BEHOLD! I'M BACK!"
See this silver star here? "Love. It's not only a good idea, IT'S THE LAW!"
Like Mickey Roarke's character said, in "White Sands", to What's-Her-Name:
"Well, foreplay's over; it's time to fuck."
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The trivia above, but for the value of its esoterica, admittedly
renders little wisdom, if any. Just as The Law is "for ALL!" so too is
there but one lingle "Key" for all. There may be MANY different doors
into "The Palace," but these doors, and the various keys required to open
them, may only be entered "in turn."
The reality of the "Key" we now offer, as yet still lost to this world
(and thus still possibly concealed from even you), is the only One Key to
truly enable you to enter ALL these doors at once. It is the "Infinite
and Unknown Factor," without which all our understandings are yet
"skew-wise."
It is THE Master Key of THE House, now being offered to you, as your due
divine bequeathal. Me, I'm just the messenger boy -- "Stellagram! -
Celestial Union!"
"Just 'sign' here, please."
There is only one place in which The Infinite may ever reside, awake or
asleep. In this place, ALL is within its embrace. When you see yourself
walking along the opposite side of the street, and you wave to yourself,
and you see yourself waving to yourself, and wave back, then you know you
have indeed come home.
Today, Mad God, that I am, I see myself on the corner and go up to say
"hi". I turn around to face myself, and tell myself to "Get the fuck away
from me NOW! Do I understand myself? Else I'm likely to do some SERIOUS
DAMAGE to myself! Do I get my meaning?" And I reply, indignantly, "Well!
If that's the way I feel about myself, then FUCK ME TOO! - I DON'T CARE IF I
EVER SEE MYSELF AGAIN!!!" (This is indeed a sad case. But as God's
personal psychiatrist, I assure you progress is being made, and the
prognosis of his full recovery looks encouraging. I'm sure all he needs
is a bit more PSYCO-therapy, this one last session, and you'll discover a
truly changed, completely individuated God. Trust me.)
No, the world we deserve, deservedly or not, offers harms none, loves
above, below, or behind... and I could give you the KEY OF IT ALL in one
word alone, this word being the First and Last Word of this new dawn of
this new "aion" - as you said it as Jung - and would have been (and is)
triumphantly pronounced as humanities "GREATEST Open Secret!"
But I won't utter it yet (though indeed I've said it many times!).....
No, to me it is, as you should imagine, a most personal matter, only to be
shared in private; you understand. It is a matter much too worthy to be
imparted via the means of any other form of secondary communication,
being a deeply personal-matter-all-around. (It requires a tete-a-tete.)
And, for another thing, it's just too simple...
This is, of course, not to say no.
I remain, ever yours, most sincerely...
}:)
(S.E.T.)
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[Post Script, Addressed to All:]
Christmas Day, 1996:
"Has Aleister Crowley really gone away? Did he really do all those awful
things they say? Is he buried beneath the sod? Or was Aleister Crowley
really God?"
"Madness is most contagious," Grandpa warns... talking about our own
peculiar lineage of course. We're from another world we are, pure and
simple. Obviously not of THIS world! Gramps thus gravely calls to all
who'll heed, to proceed with due care, should you dally with the likes of
us'n for long; lest this madness smack to endear you nearer, as though a
nonsense whispering truths unheard.. risking fancy's keep, as though to
win a lyric hid amid such folly's rhyme; until it begins to give, this is,
to chime... and then reveals, in metaphor, just precisely what a meta's
for! and next you know you're through the door and the fine line's gone!
Carried Away! GONE! -- As looney as that tune you couldnt hear! -- HEAR!
HEAR! -- And now you're Here! So what more can we say? You did converse
with Gramps and me -- even if unwittingly -- and nevermore the c'est la
vie! since you're now as mad as we!!! Don't you disagree?? "Such is the
knowledge and conversation of angels," says he.
"Contemplate the fire, contemplate the clouds, and when omens appear and
voices beging to sound in your soul, abandon yourself to them without
wondering beforehand whether it seems convenient or good to do so. If you
hesitate, you will spoil your own being, you will become little more than
the bourgeois facade which encloses you, and you will become a fossil.
Our god is named Abraxas, and he is both god and the devil at the same
time. You will find in him both the world of light and of shadows.
Abraxas is not opposed to any of your thoughts or to any of your dreams,
but he will abandon you if you become normal and unapproachable. He will
abandon you and look for another pot in which to cook his thoughts."
---Carl Jung
THE "GREAT FOOL" of the Celts (Dalua). Call him "Harlequin", and a
Tetragrammation evidently burlesquing the Sacred Family springs to sight):
This is a considerable advance on those purely naturalistic phenomena
above described; in the Great Fool is a definite doctrine. The world is
always looking for a saviour, and the doctrine in question is
philosophically more than a doctrine; it is a plain fact. Salvation,
whatever salvation may mean, is not to be obtained on any REASONABLE
terms. Reason is an impasse, reason is damnation; only madness, divine
madness, offers an issue. The law of the Lord Chancellor will not serve;
the law-giver may be an epileptic camel-driver like Mohammed, a
megalomaniac provincial upstart like Napolean, or even an exile,
three-parts learned, one-part crazy, an attic-dweller in Soho, like Karl
Marx. There is only one thing in common among such persons; they are mad,
that is, inspired. Nearly all primitive people possess this tradition, at
least in a diluted form. They respect the wandering lunatic, for it may
be that he is the messenger of the Most High. "This queer stranger? Let
us entreat him kindly. It may be that we entertain an angel unawares."
Closely bound up with this idea is the question of paternity. A saviour
is needed. What is the one thing certain about his qualifications? That
he should not be an ordinary man. (In the Gospels people cavilled about
the claim that Jesus was the Messiah because he came from Nazareth, a
perfectly well-known town, because they knew his mother and his family;
in brief, they argued that he did not qualify as a candidate for Saviour.)
The saviour must be a peculiarly sacred person; that he should be a human
being at all is hardly credible. At the very least, his mother must be a
virgin; and to match this wonder, his father cannot be an ordinary man;
therefore, his father must be a god...
There is no such thing as fiction, for you, or me, when all that we now
call reality is little more than it's imagined to be... The contrivance of
a connivance so convincing in its illusion, it's indeed the rare day one
doesn't fall prey to one's self-same-shared conclusion: Is this not, to
wit: Carved in Stone! the only world you've ever known?
I am unequivocally devoted to the Goddess, and have placed my Love and my
Life in Her service. My only Oath is to Her. In this first and lasting
pledge of fealty I discovered first hand Goethe's Sacred Truth:
Until one is committed
there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back,
always ineffectiveness.
Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation),
there is one elementary truth,
the ignorance of which kills countless ideas
and splendid plans:
that the moment one definitely commits oneself,
then Providence moves too.
All sorts of things occur to help one
that would never otherwise have occurred.
A whole stream of events issues from the decision,
raising in one's favor all manner
of unforseen incidents and meetings
and material assistance,
which no man could have dreamt
would have come his way.
I AM NOT MY OWN.
"Restoring the Goddess to her Throne in our religious world-view."
The "Key" we are offering, entails a remarkable evolutionary step further,
to reveal the heavily veiled Snow White, the scintillating Cinderella, the
mysterious and most majestic Sleeping Beauty, hidden deep within its
truth. Unbelievable as it may seem, by its virtue we will find we are in
a unique position to irrefutably validate and revitalize the substantial
reality of Christianity's Ultimate Mystery, but to ultimately accept this
validation will be to acknowledge the inherent revelation of the Greater
Divinity of Woman, and the long overdue truth of her Supernal Role in this
creation, constituting the beginning of the end of the patriarchy as we
now know it.
Without any historical precedent whatsoever, the "Key" enables you to
reconstruct every dynamic archetype in the spiritual cosmology of the
Hebrews and early Christians, as well as point out where they fell from
any hope of grace in their failure to recognize the Greater Divinity of
The Woman of The World.
As CINDERELLA, she is seen as the smoldering spark hidden beneath this
ash. Feet, in ancient symbolism, always represented the "Substance of
Understanding," and vice versa, as the feet are seen to under-stand the
entire body, or again, the entire body is seen to rest upon, be supported,
by this sub-stance. Thus the reason for Cinderella's slipper being made
out of glass, or crystal, so that the "light of her sub-stance" -- her
under-standing -- could shine through...
Sleeping Beauty also lay in a coffin of crystal, and in the oldest of her
fables she is always only seven years old, again a reference to this Snow
White Light, the seven dwarves her seven colors...
The Prince, or Crowned Head, in such scenarios, always represents his
domain's COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS -- since he speaks for All as One in the
vernacular of the Royal "WE". He unwittingly finds her, weds her, and
restores her to her Proper Place upon the Throne...
It is the GODDESS who will birth the miracle of this new planetary child,
and full authority over it must be surrendered into her knowing,
responsible care, the long-suppressed, True Divinity of her NATURE (OUR
Nature), dutifully returned to the deserving focus of our reverence. The
Just Dessert of Our True Lady of Liberty now due.
In a clearer elucidation of this archetype, take the Formula of
Tetragrammaton, for example. The Queen may comprise the present political
structure of a nation for example, or the given shape of the collective
gestalt of a people. The Old King represents the formulative power behind
this present arrangement or order, much the same as a "King of the
Mountain" disposes of the natural wealth and resources of his estate as he
will. The Daughter is symbolic of the present structure of the Queen, but
as a structure which no longer serves, and must give way to new form, to
further her evolution (perfection ever perfecting), and so represents,
when her time has come, Greater Possibiliy in the necessated birth of
change.
Take the Queen of The Roman Catholic Church and its views, with Papal Law
its inflexible present King. Unlike in her glory days, the Queen's
present structure has failed to keep pace with the natural evolution of
our time. She has thus given birth to a Daughter who has finally come of
age, now malleable to new possibility, and The Tournament, the "agony" to
see who will be first to seed and bring that new possibility to bear, has
been open, and in full swing, for some time. Once intolerant, the Old
King has lost his supreme sway, and now faces, as we see today, a rapidly
rising tide of bold new bids for sovereignty; bids that at one time would
have been swiftly crushed underfoot...
And how could we imagine, that among the many late entrants in this great
open challenge to the Church's Enigmatic Authority, would be its Greatest
Mystery's own native child?
It's no boast of prowess, but what the hell... "BEHOLD! - I COME QUICKLY!"
Ezekiel said: "The philosophy of the East taught the first principles of
human perception: Some nations held the principle for the origin, & some
another: We of Israel taught that the Poetic Genius (as you now call it)
was the first principle and all the others merely derivative, which was
the cause of our despising the Priests & Philosophers of other countries,
and prophecying that all Gods would at last be proved to originate in ours
& to be tributaries of the Poetic Genius... ...and we so loved our God,
that we cursed in his name all the deities of surrounding nations, and
asserted that they had rebelled; from these opinions the vulgar came to
think that all nations would at last be subject to the Jews.
"This," said he, "like all firm persuasions, is come to pass; for all
nations believe the Jews' code and worship the Jews God, and what greater
subjection can be?"
I heard this with some wonder & must confess my own conviction.
-- William Blake
Before Abraham?
Melchizedek! High Priest of Salem! (Unto whom the Roman Catholic Empire
is STATEDLY indebted!) who put the AHA! in Abrm.
Moses wrote of me?
Let's start with "Moses"! an Egyptian half-name meaning "A Child Is
Given," ALWAYS appended to the name of the god the child is given to; an
age-old custom of the Royal Family, akin to the "ben" of Judaic custom,
only divinely speaking. Moses, an outsider found and adopted by the Royal
Family, had the distinction of not having a god named. Thus, "A (Magical)
Child Is Given."
And so, AS a member of the Royal Family, Moses was Initiated in the
Deepest Sanctuary of Egypt, and there he met his first Serpent! The
Uraeus! whose Crown signified Initiation. (And no, it was NOT the Serpent
of Re-incarnation -- the "DYING and Resurrecting Formula" -- but the
Serpent of Immortality!! where Death is NOT, nor CANNOT, be known! I
know whereof I speak, and more.
And Man! did that given "child" at that time, ever get the grasp of THAT
snake! And after standing "on the mount," the bush before him, "broken by
the blazing and burning of this Dread Majesty, this millioned-hued
brilliance coruscating its jetted Fire unto the Infinite Aether; this
austere and noble countenance, set fast in dire and royal wrath, this
awful face of fear before whose glance the ashen world grows grey,
crashes! and chaos crumbles all away! As when the living eyes of man
behold the embalmed seductions of a Queen of Khem, wrapped with much
spice, and linen and red gold; and guardian gods on every side of them,
yet inasmuch as life is life they shrink, shrivel into ashes as men gaze;
so too doth the world grow giddy on the brink, of these unfathomable eyes
that blaze, swifter, and deadlier, than.... [Red Seas or Pharoahs]"
sorry...
And so the Power of God is revealed unto Moses -- "Be ye as wise!" -- and
so magically "bestowed" to him in the metamorphic miracle of The Serpent
Staff (you can find the earliest form of that staff, a T with one simple
drape of The Snake on it -- forerunner of the Caduceus --in Egyptian
hieroglyph. The earliest Tree of Life).
Okay. You're Moses. You've really got hold of something here! You've
GOT to write it down for posterity, no matter what. The Subject? The
reality of God! of course! But you can't tell it too boldly, no. Not
within Egypt's Reach! and so you do what your ancestor's will do, when in
Rome's reach, and that's make a monster of everything Rome stands for, and
call it the Harlot of Babalon! or something. But not quite... In this
case, just jiggle a few facts, then pass on the key of its true meaning
orally...
Okay, instead of the fertile Nile, the only true garden in this desert,
you'll call it... The Garden of Eden! Okay... now let's actually make
"The God of The Garden" Pharoah, disguised as Jehovah (who's to know?).
Good. Now let's say Adam and Eve represent The Children of Israel,
and.... The Serpent?
MOSES of course! The Initiate!
Pharoah, er - I mean "God," to Adam and Eve: "I'm God here, see! I made
youse two! This is My Garden, see, and you'll do what I tell ya! got it!
OR ELSE! Don't feel free! See that Tree there? (Hieroglyph with Serpent
on it) Hands Off! It's MINE! Eve? LEST YE TOUCH IT YE SHALL SURELY DIE!
(Chalk up ONE for God.) Got that? Adam? IN THE DAY YE EAT THEREOF, YE
SHALL SURELY DIE! (Two!) You understand me?"
Setting: Before Original Sin...
"Now the Serpent was the most subtil beast of the field."
Note the word "subtil," which is your "key" to this passage, along with
the word "beast" (a talking beast?!?) as "creat-ure," in a "field" which
can only be discribed as "Eden."
SUBTIL -- not "subtle" -- in its earliest, thus most ancient usage, meant:
"Tenuous, All rarified, all pervading, like the fragrance of a perfume."
Let's try it again: "Now The Serpent was the Most Ethereal Creat-ure in
Heaven." (Thus the Angelic Seraphic Tradition.)
And he said unto The Children of Israel: "About this Tree here... What'd,
um,'God' tell you?"
"Dead Meat if we mess with it!" they replied.
"Not true!" answered the Serpent; "Ye shall NOT surely die!" (Chalk up
one for The Serpent.) "For 'God' doth know, that in the day ye eat
thereof, your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as the gods, knowing
good and evil. (Chalk up three more.) Trust me! I know what I'm talking
about. I am after all, THE MOST subtil... Here, let me show you! and
from now on you shall call what I show you (QBLH) 'That which has been
received!' okay? Dig it! And, also, to show your Special Covenant with
me, your Serpent of Immortality, you shall have yourself CIRCUMSIZED from
now on. Got that? That whether my 'head' is up (I lift up mine head, and
shoot forth venom!), or down, my crown will will never be buried beneath
the shroud again!"
Eve, caring less about being circumsized, was the first to speak up:
"Sure, fuck, why not." Adam, of course, being the true male he was, had
little choice but to follow Eve's lead.
AND "BEHOLD! - Both their eyes were opened! and they saw that they were
naked [symbolically: saying that they were now "spiritual" -- Infinite,
without the limitation of the "fleshly-habilament"], and they were
ashamed.
Note Eve did not die by just "touching," nor Adam in that day, for "eating
the fruit thereof."
"God" walking in the garden: "Adam, where art thou?"
(GOOD QUESTION, GOD!)
"Um, over here?"
"Adam, why art thou hiding?"
(GOOD QUESTION, GOD!)
"Well, um, you see, it's like this..."
Moses, with Aaron, before Pharoah: "Well, um, you see, it's like this...
I'm going to let Aaron here do my talking for me, first of all, not only
because I'm lexdysic and a st-t-t-utterer, but to show you this Wisdom is
so easily communicated. I'm saying I'M the God of This Garden, and will
prove before Pharoah more Pharoah than Pharoah Himself! So gird your
loins and bring out your biggest guns!" (In Pharoah's day, such things --
especially from a formerly initiated, once-Egyptian, now "Child of Bast,"
weren't taken lightly.)
The Head Priests of Pharoah come forward and present their Divine
Understanding. Two Serpents rise! -- A division hither-homeward!
Moses and Aaron throw their Single Serpent into the ring, and it dances
circles around the other two before going "ssctheupp!" and they're
HISTORY!
Pharoah goes "WHOA!" THE MAN IS BECOME AS ONE OF US [as the gods! "God's"
own admission], KNOWING GOOD, AND EVIL! AND NOW, LEST HE PUT FORTH HIS
HAND, AND TAKE ALSO OF THE TREE [of My Immortal Life!] AND EAT, AND LIVE
FOREVER...
"Okay, Moses, I find it expedient to Me and Mine to let You and Yours go,
right now, okay? No hard feelings?"
And he shuffled the Serpent and The Children of Israel OUT of the
"garden"...
Note: After The Jealous God commanded Moses to lift up a brazen serpent
high above the heads of his people that all who looked upon it may be
healed, and he did so... Did you know that, historically, the Jews openly
worshipped Jehovah in the form of a Serpent for four-hundred years after
their deliverance from the desert? Until of course their Rabbis were once
again able to enforce the divine proscription against graven images...
Enlightening?
And so I come along (first person), wonder at the root of my faith, and
return to Egypt to be refreshed in it's Initiation! I walk away going,
"WHOA!" and made The Divine Experience my own...
(Have you ever seen the hieroglyph of a small pyramidal triangle [Pyramis:
Greek, "To rise at birth!" "Pyramid" in the Egyptian tongue? "Mountain
of Manifestation!"], followed by an upright Uraeus? It means, simply,
Serpent's Tooth. ..."Tooth" symbolizes "analysis" -- the teeth breaking
up "the meat of grown men" into its finest components, before "digesting"
it, or fully assimilating it-- and so aptly symbolizes the "Shin" of this
Serpent's Tetragrammatic Wisdom.)
Let's see... two down for "god," but the Snake was HOT! Eyes will be
opened (one); be as the
gods (two); knowing good and evil (three); and....gee, what was that first
promise? Oh yeah: YE SHALL NOT SURELY DIE!!!... With me so far?
Mark my words to Nicodemus (after he confesses he hasn't a CLUE to what
I'm talking about, being reborn in the Spirit and all that, and I've
about had it to HERE, trying...):
"How can I explain to you Heavenly things, and expect you to understand,
when I explain to you earthly things, and you do not understand? [and you
call this a good segueway for what immediately follows?] "FOR EVEN AS
MOSES UP THE SERPENT IN THE WILDERNESS, SO TOO MUST THE SON OF MAN BE
LIFTED UP! THAT WHOSOEVER BELIEVETH IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH, BUT HAVE
EVERLASTING LIFE!"
"Sin": Literally, "to miss the mark!"
"Repent": Literally, "look again!"
You've seen the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel? Michelangelo's Image of
God and Man? reaching toward each other, fingers almost touching? Therein
portrays the "mark," the POINT -- the "abyss" between those almost
touching fingertips "the distance of The FALL." Were they touching, their
would be no distance whatsoever between them, their "experience" of each
other now "in-tact!" and so representing "At-one-ment!"
It is the "pot of gold" at the end of the rainbow. The other side of the
Looking Glass. [We will soon meet each other's "reflection" in this
Mirror.] "IT BEHOOVES ONE TO CROSS THIS GREAT WATER [between us] TO FIND
ONE'S SELF SEATED [reading this now!] ON THE OTHER SHORE! THEN, AND ONLY
THEN, IS THERE GREAT GOOD FORTUNE!"
Or, as the Bedouins say it, ("Camel" [Kmal] as "Soul" - being "The only
thing that can get you across this desert?"): "IT BEHOOVES ONE TO CROSS
THIS GREAT DESERT (abyss between us) TO FIND ONE'S SELF SEATED IN ANOTHER
OASIS ("a little 'life' in an otherwise 'lifeless' desert."), THEN, AND
ONLY THEN, IS THERE GREAT GOOD FORTUNE! And the more of us "travelers"
who do of course (witness the footprints in the sand), spill water along
our way as they go, then behold! No longer will our oases be divided by
the spiritual wasteland now between us, but instead enable this otherwise
lifeless desert to truly flower and flourish between us all into One
Great, Emerald Green Ubiquitously wonderful Life! - proving nothing less
than Allah's Garden of Paradise, regained...
Mohammed: "Whoever knows himself knows God. Do not despise the world,
for the world too is God. Wherever you turn is God's Face."
The "Gateless Barrier" of the Ancients:
"TO BE, OR NOT TO BE... THAT, IS THE QUESTION!"
The I Ching's answer:
_______ _______ above K'UN THE RECEPTIVE, EARTH
_______ ________
_______ _______
_______ _______ below K'AN THE ABYSMAL, WATER
_________________
_______ ________
7. SHIH / THE ARMY
This hexagram is made up of the trigrams K'an, water, and K'un, earth, and
thus it symbolizes the ground water stored up in the earth. In the same
way military strength is stored up in the mass of the people -- invisible
in times of peace but always ready for use as a source of power. The
attributes of the two trigrams are danger inside and obedience outside.
This points to the nature of an army, which at the core is dangerous,
while discipline and obedience must prevail outside.
Of the individual lines, the one that controls the hexagram is the strong
nine in the second place, to which the other lines, all yielding, are
subordinate. This line indicates a commander, because it stands in the
middle of one of the two trigrams. But since it is in the lower rather
than the upper trigram, it represents not the ruler but the efficient
general, who maintains obedience in the army by his authority.
THE JUDGMENT
THE ARMY. The army needs perseverance
And a strong man.
Good fortune without blame.
An army is a mass that needs organization in order to become a fighting
force. Without strict discipline nothing can be accomplished, but this
discipline must be acheived by force. It requires a strong man who
captures the hearts of the people and awakens their enthusiasm. In order
that he may develop his abilities he needs the complete confidence of his
ruler, who must entrust him with full responsibility as long as the war
lasts. But war is always a dangerous thing and brings with it destruction
and devastation. Therefore it should not be resorted to rashly but, like
a poisonous drug, should be used as a last recourse.
The justifying cause of a war, and clear and intelligible war aims, ought
to be explained to the people by and experienced leader. Unless there is
quite a definite war aim to which the people can conscientiouly pledge
themselves, the unity and strength of conviction that lead to a victory
will not be forthcoming. But the leader must also look to it that the
passion of war and the delirium of victory do not give rise to unjust acts
that will not meet with general approval. If justice and perseverance are
the basis of action, all goes well.
"BEHOLD! I'M BACK!"
See this silver star here? "Love. It's not only a good idea, IT'S THE LAW!"
Like Mickey Roarke's character said, in "White Sands", to What's-Her-Name:
"Well, foreplay's over; it's time to fuck."
The trivia above, but for the value of its esoterica, admittedly
renders little wisdom, if any. Just as The Law is "for ALL!" so too is
there but one single "Key" for all. There may be MANY different doors
into "The Palace," but these doors, and the various keys required to open
them, may only be entered "in turn."
The reality of the "Key" we now offer, as yet still lost to this world
(and thus still possibly concealed from even you), is the only One Key to
truly enable you to enter ALL these doors at once. It is the "Infinite
and Unknown Factor," without which all our understandings are yet
"skew-wise."
The disciples said to him, "On what day will the Kingdom come? Jesus said
to them, it will not come by expectation, for the Kingdom of the Father is
spread out on the earth and men do not see it. If those who lead you say
to you, "See, the Kingdom is in the sky!" then the birds of the sky will
get there before you. If they say to you "It is in the sea!" then the
fish will get there before you. Rather, the Kingdom is inside you and
outside you. When you come to know your selves then You will be known,
and you will realize you are sons of the Living One. If you do not know
your selves you dwell in poverty, and you are that poverty. One can only
marvel how such great wealth came to establish itself in such poverty.
Blessed are the Solitary and the Chosen, because you will find the
Kingdom, because you came from it you will again go there. There are
many standing at the door, but the Solitary will enter the Bridal Chamber.
For many who
are first will become last, and they will become one and the same.
Therefore I say, if anyone should be the same they will be
filled with Light, but if they are divided, they will be filled with
darkness.
If two make peace in the same house, if you make the two one, you shall
say to the mountain "Move Away!" and it will move. The Heavens and the
Earth will roll back in your presence, for he who lives by the Living One
will not see death, he who finds himself the world is not worthy of him.
Love your brother as your Soul.
I will give you what no eye has seen, and what no ear has heard, and what
has not yet come into the heart of man.
Whoever finds the meaning of these words will not taste death.
-- Gospel of Thomas
"I Bring Fire to the world, and behold! I guard it until it is on
fire."
It is THE Master Key of THE House, now being offered to you, as your due
divine bequeathal. Me, I'm just the messenger boy -- "Stellagram! -
Celestial Union!"
"Just 'sign' here, please."
There is only one place in which The Infinite may ever reside, awake or
asleep. In this place, ALL is within its embrace. When you see yourself
walking along the opposite side of the street, and you wave to yourself,
and you see yourself waving to yourself, and wave back, then you know you
have indeed come home.
Today, Mad God, that I am, I see myself on the corner and go up to say
"hi". I turn around to face myself, and tell myself to "Get the fuck away
from me NOW! Do I understand myself? Else I'm likely to do some SERIOUS
DAMAGE to myself! Do I get my meaning?" And I reply, indignantly, "Well!
If that's the way I feel about myself, then FUCK ME TOO! - I DON'T CARE IF
I EVER SEE MYSELF AGAIN!!!" (This is indeed a sad case. But as God's
personal psychiatrist, I assure you progress is being made, and the
prognosis for his full recovery looks encouraging. I'm sure all he needs
is a bit more PSYCO-therapy, this one last session, and you'll discover a
truly changed, new and improved, completely individuated God. Trust me.)
No, the world we deserve, deservedly or not, is that of the all-embracing
Spirit (a world of victimless crime), without harm to another, filled with
genuine care everywhere - for all, crystal clear in vision, with no-one
left above, below, or behind... In truth, I could give you the KEY OF IT
ALL in one word alone, this word being the First and Last Word of this new
dawn of this new "aion" - as you said it as Jung - and would have been
(and is) triumphantly pronounced as humanities "GREATEST Open Secret!"
But I won't utter it yet (though indeed I've said it many times!).....
No, for me, it is, as you may well imagine, a most personal matter, only
to be shared in private; you understand. It is a matter much too worthy
to be imparted via the means of any other form of secondary communication,
being a deeply personal-matter-all-around. (It requires a tete-a-tete.)
And, for another thing, it's just too simple...
This is, of course, not to say no.
I remain, ever yours, most sincerely...
S.E.T.
"I bring fire to the world, and behold, and I guard it until it is on
fire."
MERRY CHRISTMAS PRESENCE!

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